SHE SCRIBBLES

I am sorry that this poem doesn’t rhyme

I am sorry that this poem lacks similes and metaphors

I am sorry that this poem is offensive to extroverts

This is for people who are always talked over

The amazing people you will miss out on

Because you focus on the loudest fellow in the room

The world is too noisy, isn’t it?

And I have led too dull a life to blabber in a crowd

I do not give the audience goosebumps

Nor do I know exactly what to say and how to say

I do not know how do people frame sentences without writing them down before

I do not greet people with a charismatic extroverted smile

I sip my drink at a house party and talk with the household pets

I cover my face with my long hairs

Or stay glued to my mobile screen just to avoid a conversation

I do not get my punchline right

Nor I am good at sarcasm

Nor my sense of humor can win hearts

But I scribble

I hide behind sheets, notebooks, and word documents

I can make your soul collapse with paragraphs and verses

I can tickle your funny bones and make your breath choke

I can fill your mind with the sunlight

I can make you sob at 2 am on your living room couch with my words

I can send chills through your veins with the horror stories in my novel

I can make you blush with romantic love tales

I can transport you anywhere on this planet

But you never heard me or saw me because I am shy

So I picked up my pen and began to write

And I will write until I can sprinkle stardust on this planet

Because medicine, business, law, and engineering are necessary for livelihood

But poetry?

Poetry is what the world stays alive for

Shilpa Roy (NaPoWriMo, 2022)