Stories – Poem

A festering wound

A butterfly stuck in its cocoon,

A child born with a silver spoon

And the poor souls aiming at the moon!

Each is brimming with a story

To tell its contemporaries.

But is it really easy

To bring the burden to mouth

And speak without feeling queasy?

People flushed with umpteen stories

Each getting restless

And more so ever desperate

To jump out of the cage

And run free in the wilderness.

Stories echoing in the abyss

Screaming in rage and pain

To be told and retold

In different versions, with different words and names.

Stories limping and faltering

Inside our cold exteriors

Gasping for breath

Asking for the warmth to caress.

Stories rambling in our minds

In a breezy fashion

Tickling our hearts

And singing a song with the utmost grace.

Stories which have a beginning, paradoxically

But has no end

They are perennial and eternal

Each destined to either come out in the fresh air

Or die in the swamp wastelands!

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