Dreaded Dispise Poem by sindhura gorantla

How often do we despise!
On butterflies and our own kinds.

The persistent and constant urge
To suffice the mediocrity
Looking within the four walls
Of our restless and trapped minds.

Sooner or later,
Whether by intention or by incident
Create a world within the world
Where silence gets too loud
And loneliness sinks inn like water on upsalite.

Words clipped. Thoughts cluttered.
Choices made. Responsibilities evaded.

If only the walls were alive
If only judgement could escape contemplation....

It's funny! !
How often we despise!
On butterflies and our own kinds.