Mine

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss)

I have no talent,

No material possessions,

No humanly care,

But ink and paper; 

For my Thoughts,

Poems,

And Prayers.

I write and write and write,

Sometimes thinking of sky,

Sometimes of sorrow,

Sometimes of dreamy-love.

Humanity criticizes my work,

The only thing which I possess.

Still I don’t stop,

And this makes me wonder;

A woman like me,

With nothing in palms,

Still dares to write,

And expresses her heart.

Neither my language is explicit,

Nor is it extraordinary.

Few find it like caricatures,

Few like ambush.

But I’ve passed more than one year;

Writing whatever I like.

As this is my only space,

To fly in the paper-sky.

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss)