I am brimming with emotion
don’t ask me
the colour of its shades
when I try to hold
examine and name it
its shape mutates
and the colour fades
I request the time
to hold its hurry
not to speed
let me caress my wound
let me weed
out the shrapnels
read
the extent of my injury
but the time moves on
pressing hard
depressing
the cave in my heart
April 2017, © 2017, Prachand. All rights reserved