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Guardian of the Galaxy | Poem by Neha's Notebook


Standing at the crossroads of the world’s puzzling mindscape

I am a geometrical being, the colorful figure of poetry & art

My soul intertwined with that of the universe; my heartbeats aligned

I am the guardian of the galaxy, I govern hearts

 

When the banshees of fear wailed upon my head

Calling my attention to the plights of life

I floundered in my faith, but I kept going, knowing that

I am the guardian of the galaxy, I resolve strife

 

Other times when the bitter trees of rage and wrath

Enveloped me in their claustrophobic venomous tendrils

I choked, I fought, I let the trees throttle my throat

I, the guardian of the galaxy, surrendered, I didn’t even trill

 

But then I caught spark of a flame

A majestic treecutter had set ablaze the venomous tree

As the tree struggled to survive, I struggled to breathe in its grip

Out of the sooty rubbly ash, I rose, the guardian of the galaxy set free

 

I stand nonchalant amidst the hiccups and glitches

In case you’re wondering, then yes, I will take it all upon me

Mercies, melancholies, and murmurs of despise; my battle is with everyone I have ever encountered, but the greatest battle of myself is with me

‘cause I am the guardian of the galaxy, ferocious I ought to be

 

I am always holding the sky on my shoulders

I am never bereft of rumpus and fight

Its tough to be a guardian of the galaxy, and painful

But that’s what brings me the most delight

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