the shriek of my body,
a purple loose hanging moon
beneath the toes-
a shriek so wild
stretches through the carcass
I have nothing left to weep now
for the moon has taken a dip inside the river.
I hear my village burning,
and see people sleeping so quietly, so wildly
as if nothing ever happened.
A lullaby lost in a path-
mouthless,
a blue broken hemisphere.
What do I do with my limbs now?
How do I sit and regenerate in a porous night?
A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times.
Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied.
My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others.
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9 thoughts on “The end of a lullaby”
A great backdrop created to stimulate the reader. Lovely effort 🙂
MY VALIANT SOUL 
A great backdrop created to stimulate the reader. Lovely effort 🙂
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Thank you!
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As a poem that’s awesome..
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Love the moon taking a dip inside the river. Great work!
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Thankyou.:)
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wow – that’s a brilliant use of adverbs in that line…
❤
David
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Thankyou.
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Brilliant!!! You are the best, D.
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I am glad you read me after all this while. Thanks.🤗
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