The Escapade Truths

By Hiranmayi Anukul

The flip of a page, the sight of a sound,

An olfactory glimpse all around.

They who keep secrets within,

Have all day all night to look in.

Out from the rubble came emerging light,

Scribble away with all their might.

Those who ought to bay out their fears,

Dotting down their whining tears.

The heat of realisation dried it up,

As reminiscing thoughts came rushing again.

They who think of faults they commit,

Have no reason to stop and resist.

They who dive deep within,

Feel the pressure piercing in.

A gateway to escape is what it is,

If the fright of rush can cure all this?

By Hiranmayi Anukul