Impeccable
There was something,
Something in my eyes that did not die.
Closed in avalanches, but did not cry.
I wrote prose,
In the heart of the beast.
Hoping it adheres to the wisdom of a priest.
I created landscapes,
On every scary night.
Without armour, I dared to fight.
Given manipulations,
I responded with empathy.
Compassion was always a fantasy.
Watching malice,
In their heart and minds.
I chose to be unconquerable,
While being vulnerable and kind.
Did you choose trickery?
I chose bravery.
Did you choose duplicity?
I chose dignity.
I am a stream you cannot fetch.
I am a flame you cannot touch.
Credits
This poem was written by Nidhi Pandey, reviewed by Edlyn D’souza, proofread by Santhosh Annabattula, and photographed by Ravindra Patoju.
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From trickery to bravery and duplicity to dignity, the poem does have its moments but I think not all rises have a payoff like the prose, beast & priest. Its a wonderful start and hoping to read more soon!
A well structured poem with a good rhyming scheme. The third para doesn't suit well with the whole flow of emotions in the poem and the title could have been something else.
Nice
The way the poem started, there was a slight deviation in the middle. But if seen according to the state of mind, then this is an advanced creation
I'm a flame you can't touch... Great Nidhi 👌