A new tale's out.
Respect your elders!
It was a trodden back,
The one she owned,
Not only but the miseries too,
She was prime in spite,
Without any hand.
I passed, tried not to stare,
Her speed breaker got us conversing,
As the butterflies passed away,
I flew like the pesked squirrel,
A sally to my hole.
The next day something happened similar,
When she was there and me too,
She stopped me again,
To quench her thirst,
She queried about the day before.
I was stabbed, unable to even squeak,
The thought rushed, What should do?
She turned away,
I stretched for her to pause,
She replied, unhesitant.
You flew when scared,
I when insulted,
Its the looks,
I know you dislike,
But how you aren't similar?
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Truely! Again I never planned this out. Yet I'm proud of it.
YOU ARE READING
Empirical Living
PoetryIts an attempt to show this world to you with my own poetic POV. It depicts various situations that we face in our daily life. I hope you'll love it and try to have a better and clearer view of this world. Also, will make your efforts to improve it.
