A Secluded Soul

A Secluded Soul short poem

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A deep burn inside ,
Ignites the fire within,
A step closer ,
It aggregates more and more ,
I a secluded soul .

It’s not a mere fall ,
but a reminiscent one
no medicine could heal,
The sweet hemlock served .
Who I am ?
Not Spider-Man , or superman for sure ,
Just like you a common man ,
A secluded soul .

Nature lures me,
To lead like hippie,
Narcotics, path for heaven on earth ,
A hand stretches out,
Then retracts ,
I see the rainbow .
A VIBGYOR composition ,
Flashbacks surround ,
Then Transits to future ,
A man appears at notch ,
Old , helpless ,
A wrinkled , meek one
Somewhat familiar,
Unhappy I could sense,
I give him food, he refutes ,
Money also didn’t serve his purpose ,
Giving up, I ask .
who are you here for old man ,
In shaky voice comes reply ,
To take away present being
A dissatisfied secluded soul.

A step forward to depart ,
Longest one till date,
Last glance of hostile world ,
A solitary being.. not a reaper,
Just then Tick tick
The cuckoo rings .

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