Saw this image online somewhere and it made me think
Imprisoned
Love blooms in places
It never has a chance
Rising from the ground
It keeps on scaling walls
Wants to feel a heart from near
It had been watching from afar
Shielded by walls and iron bars
The heart had turned harsh
Wound and scars had made it wary
Cold to any advance
There was a chance
While heart hadn’t turned into stone
And grasping it
Love had turned to a vine
To climb on the iron bars
Now close for heart to hear
It started singing a song
Of yearning a sea had
For some distant land
Overtures sea would send with waves
The shores would turn it back
The sea though never losing hope
Didn’t stopped from reaching out
The song also spoke of a longing
That love had since long
To hold in its palms the heart
Ravaged by scars of past
And turn it soft again
The way it was
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
Love the thoughts behind this piece
Thanks Sadje. Have edited it a bit. Please have a look if possible.
Yes now it’s even better than before. 🥹🥹🥹
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Beautiful!
Shashi, this poem is beautifully emotional. I love how you’ve captured love’s persistence and the vulnerability of the heart. The imagery of love as a vine is especially powerful. Great work!
Much love,
David
Thanks a ton David and that’s a mighty high praise
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“Rising from the ground
It keeps on scaling walls”
Got me right in the feels. Poetry is poetry because of lines like these.
Thanks a lot
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Very well explained. Beauiful poem.
Thanks Indira