
I wasn’t a solitudinarian,
Always up and about,
Meeting people, visiting places,
Up and about,
Now, I have been carved,
A mythical creature’s design,
A design they deemed desirable.
I wasn’t a solitudinarian,
I am on the lookout, now,
Of a person to talk to,
While, they just stand in awe of my uncommon self,
I try to belong,
I try to speak,
I try to wave,
Amongst them, yet aloof,
Standing in the Sun, all day,
Isolated,
Burns me inside out,
Burnout,
Grant a voice, I want to talk.
90 words.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Sadje for hosting What do you see challenge # 80 . Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 184, the prompt word is Burnout. Thank you Sammi Cox for hosting Weekend Writing Prompt Challenge # 208, prompt word is solitudinarian and word limit is 90 words. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
If only it could talk, think of all the stories it could tell. Thanks Kitty for joining in with this wonderful poem.
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Yes, that’s true, thank you. π
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Youβre welcome π
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Grant a voice, I want to talk
is so evocative. I’d add “Reclaim your voice and talk’ to it.
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Yes, that’s true, Ma’am. π Thank you.
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Grant a voice ….by Aishwarya
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This is so profound, Aishwarya!
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Thank you very much, Anisha. π
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oh, if this could only speak I am sure it will speak of thousand words and stories unspoken for years and years… beautiful interpretation of the photo Kitty
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Thank you very much, Mich. π
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I remember wondering what they were thinking when I saw many such characters in Egypt! Now I know!
My 90!
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Wonderful poem.
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