Rebel In Plain Sight

Rebel In Plain Sight short poem

Uploaded by Vijayant Mehla

Let your wings flutter for a while,
you may walk,run or crawl
but not to give a cry

Shimmering stars will flirt with the young night
but you may resist to hide in plain sight.

The constant clutter of your soul, black and bare
raring to bleed in rhythms of prayer

to preach wise is convenient
to get along with silence as delusions arise
but he who treads his path on mud,
the duality of his reality may eventually bite.

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I'm a 19 year old engineering student trying to find my calling and the calm in life through poetry !
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