poetry 4

poetry  1.4.13 SB

I cant argue, fight debates
cats get my tongue
everytime I try to confront verbally
but when I pick up my pen
my thoughts become words
and my anger, hurt spills down
with the ink and quill
I am not the fighter in front line,
I guess I am just the motivator,
the wannabe inspiration
for bloodless inner wars.

Sharmishtha Basu

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