• emotionspenned 5w

    Writer's block

    I felt a writers block
    In this troublesome clock
    I wanted to write powerful,
    But words being remorseful
    Inks being raped,
    Voices being caved
    I feel numb,
    witnessing humanity succumb
    In the wake of this turmoil,
    The lynched heart of my Indian soil
    Cried bitterly to confess,
    today she is speechless.
    Even my words feel petrified
    My eyes, still in disbelief sighed
    I felt a writers block
    In this troublesome clock