If You Were Me
If you were me,
you would have known;
imbecile to execute,
in the field of buried corn.
A heap of stones,
the carpet to be torn;
in the trace of water,
a rose stem with thorn.
An abandoned letter,
a game without a pawn;
visibility of my eyes,
till the end of the dawn.
Only if you were me,
you would have known;
the crackle of my voice,
was more than just a moan.
Arya Gupta
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 11/13/2021
Poet's note: This poem signifies the pain experienced in one's life.
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