The invitation – poetnilavronill

Don’t know how long
I can sustain the pain
Of arranging my words
Evolving into poems, 

Too many words have 
Lost the human touch
Too many words have no
Sanctity in meaning

Time and time again
I feel abandoned, as
My words need much
Lights and fresh air

It is too dark, like the
Suffocating silences 
Of death, like the faded 
Colors of lost dreams

Wings of droughts spreading
Inside the eyes, and famine 
Took over the mind, perhaps
The entire sanity of the soul

How can I invite you dear
To recite my poems? Now!
With the defeated words
Massacred in the battlefields

27th October 2022
©NilavroNill

Nilavro Nill Shoovro

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