Have you ever seen a page
running away from the book
beyond libraries
and bookshops
and Kindles?
It happened when I tried to confine myself
to a page, a single page
of a dictionary
that houses language.
I faced the storms outside
thunder running through my blood
hunger emaciating my bloated ego
myriad expressions seeping through my skin
soaking me with literature
beyond my limited intel
I am only a raindrop
a particle, a dot
that equates itself with a storm
unsure of where to place myself
in the book I hold with awe
I run away
from my smallness
my inadequacy
proclaim rebellion
in search of relevance.

Wowza!!
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Thank you!
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You’re always welcome!
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I think there are many times, especially after a mistake we’ve made that we try and think of how relvant we are… especially in the vastness of all the universes that exist.
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It may happen after a mistake or after you have received unfair treatment, but are unable to fight back.
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Beautiful and insightful poem Reena.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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Youโre most welcome
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๐ฉท
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Love your poem ๐
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Thanks again! ๐
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such a profound poem, Reena…
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Thank you, Jaye & Anita!
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You’re welcome, Reena…
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