Impeccable

There was something,

Something in my eyes, that did not die.

Closed in avalanches; but did not cry.

Cover Photo by Ravindra Patoju

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 mind.

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.

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Credits

This poem is written by Nidhi Pandey, reviewed by Edlyn D’souza, proofread by Santhosh Annabattula, & photographed by Ravindra Patoju.

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