- Namrata Nath.
I scrawled on a paper today
Without any intention to write
I scrawled until none of it made sense
A mess as furious as my mind
I let my ink speak
It meant absolutely nothing
Just ink on paper
All syntax and cohesion lost
Lacking the perfection
That comes of Grammar and civilization
But then my mind has
Never been a school
It never was the garden you saw
But a swamp where a few lilies sprouted
On their own
Which I pulled out
To show the world that
I might be beautiful too
Maybe if they saw what
It actually looked like
Inside my head
They would know why
Poets make the best liars
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