[maratabāna]
i have bottled screams within it.
sometimes it’s a whisper,
or an entire prayer,
just to hold a spectral breath.
i thought of growing holy flowers,
but the walls would
reveal too much:
roots need dignity
to spread.
i swear, it’s the size
of a lion heart.
if only it was:
i am in dire need
of secret mighty courage.
a whole manner of worlds
could fit in the endless wall.
my own little glass universe,
i wonder what i’ll create.
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Varinder Singh
Artsy/Cultural Discourse & Poetry
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