Time To Correct Poem by Varsha M

A very crude but vital
Element of life sprout
As I sat embracing
My loneliness.

As I dived, deep deep down
Into my unconscious psyche
Covered with the dust of past
For ages immemorial together.

Pages unturned, yelled aloud
In tone unbearable anymore
Narrations resonating like echoes
Of unheard voices, that seeked help.

Amidst this gloomy journey
The soul cleanses through all guilts
For which it had no time in the past
But now the load of baggage is worse.

Spending time for self is a treasure
Only those prefer, who knows its pleasure.

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