Talentless heart

I have followed every expectations of

The society at large

Blocked myself of all the

Potentials I could tap

All the talents I could’ve had.

Talents which I may have none

Or, talents which I could’ve nourished some.

The testimony, you ask?

Well, I write poetry and stuff

Write some few paras and stanzas

Make it rhyme or free verse

Fill it with metaphors

For which I pat my back and laugh

And then I cross it out, look at the minutes that’ve passed

Alarmed, make the tedious notes from start

When I devoid myself of words and art

And immerse in society’s validation

The end is happy and sublime, I swear

But for teetering moments it lasts.

The feeling, you ask?

Take the pen and the paper

Write some few poems and stuff

Fill it with the best of the words

And feelings you’ve had or can have.

Smile at it, crinkle your eyes with joy

And then strike it out, smear it with black ink

Never let the poem stay again.

You’ll see then that poems are mere lines,

That there’s empty side with empty lines

Just like an untapped, untouched, talentless heart.

Whose, you ask?

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