Poetry: Assessment

Question

After

Question

Fired off her mouth.

Missiles 

Hurled at my intellect.

None good enough

To breach my brain.

Alas, my voice fired back

Blank

After

Impotent blank.

Thus losing the battle for my spirit.

Imprisoned in defeat.

Locked away in hopelessness.

But despair mothers resilience.

Letter by pointed letter

I dug my escape tunnel.

Leaping triumphantly 

Towards light.

The battle may have been lost.

Not the war.

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3 Responses

  1. Absolutely brilliant poem that captures the assessment system that fails to comprehend or analyze the intellect of an intense brain but unable to talk like a regular person.

    Question
    After
    Question
    Fired off her mouth.
    Missiles
    Hurled at my intellect.

    Very sharp lines depicting the way the questions that were bombarded supposedly to test the intellect…… 👍👍👍

    None good enough
    To breach my brain.
    Alas, my voice fired back
    Blank

    Frankly I have become speechless reading these lines….. how superbly these lines narrated the incapability of the questions to match the intellectual ability, while to answer, inability to speak…..!!! 👏👏👏👏👏👏

    But despair mothers resilience.
    Letter by pointed letter
    I dug my escape tunnel.
    Leaping triumphantly
    Towards light.
    The battle may have been lost.
    Not the war.

    What a tribute to mother who is doing all she can address the situation…..⭐⭐⭐⭐
    The lines depict your confidence and determination to face and sail through the situation….. Keep writing Ananth, you will be very successful…..

    Ram

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