Euphemism

Poetry is all about euphemism

Isn’t it

It’s dispersion is like that of a prism

Isn’t it

My words might be vague for some

Insipid! am I ?

My emotions might be solace for some

Charismatic! am I ?

Trauma ? Nope !

Strings of events layering the heart of gold

Pessimistic ? Nope !

Emotion, while bliss is on hold