Sometimes I wonder,
Where is my thunder,
Thunder to fight the growing demon,
My parents mentioned in a sermon,
As the dark night rises,
My mind and soul in crisis,
I feel the silence,
Of the nearing end in alliance,
Strange footsteps I hear,
Crumbling stones in the dark as they near,
In search of the sword I guddle,
Fear in my heart but I still show mettle,
Palms gripped tight,
The faceless demon I fight,
The war wound is so deep,
I feel the pain but never weep,
Am I destined to bring peace,
By fighting this war that will never cease,
Sometimes I wonder,
Where is my thunder,
My thunder is my gender,
Uncontainable and splendour.
The Scribbled Writings 
Wowww 👌
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Thanks Himanshu
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Pretty deep one. What a great way of expressing a thought!.
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Thanks a lot Raghavnedra
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This is amazing! Especially the last 2 lines. 🙂
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Oh thank you so much Madhoo, wouldn’t have found a better picture. Thanks for being in the frame. 🤗
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Great work …. It a beautiful farme of emotions and struggle… Great work…
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Your words are always a pleasure to read
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🔥❤️
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Kind comments 🙂
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Very nice!
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Thank you so much Shruti
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Hey! Thought-provoking poetry. I loved the expressions and the theme of your poem! Great work!
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Thank you so much Bhagyashree
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