NaPoWriMo Day 27 - Unrest Ghazal

A ghazal poem

Every day I wake up with rage swirling in my blood,
with the stinging revelation of constant unrest.

He moves about like he owns the world, our world,
while each cell in my body hammers with unrest.

I have nicknamed him Invertebrate, a vile crocodile
failing to acknowledge my swaying unrest.

I have tried bundling up my fury into words,
each syllable throbbing with inexplicable unrest.

Emotional or whatever labour, I carry the most,
ignoring whatever the scientists say about unrest.

There’s no way out of this, I’m bound in this matrix
of imbalanced communion and forever unrest.

Must be easy for the articles to list out the dangers,
but they don’t get to delve into my seething unrest.

The walls of this bond have crumbled long ago.
Here lies a dilapidated ruin adorned with unrest.

But what if the road not taken is full of promises?
I don’t care anymore as I have become the unrest.

~Kavya Janani. U

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