Stolen Words

Stolen Words short poem

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There are always friends around to share
There’s a huge close knit family too
They all cheer my dreams
The shattered broken ones
The made up glittering ones
But I’ve had been cheating them
Hiding a few deep in my diary
Slyly and shamelessly
Childishly naive about the treasure
But then again time stole them
Punished me for a crime so grave
Exposed my emotions threaded through words
Had me naked shrinking in daylight
Standing accused under the harsh lamplight
Bleeding and wounded
The words still refuse to die

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I am an anaesthesiologist by profession and words and colours are my passion. Rainbow coloured words and lyrical strokes of my painting rules my heart and medicine rules my mind.
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