There are nights when
I take bath in stardust.
I make myself drown
Into the milky way.
There are days when
I remember my nightmares.
I listen to the music
That are sadder than me.
There are nights when
I don't see the full moon.
I try to feel happy
By picking stones from river bank.
There are days when
I fall in love with life.
I make myself breakfast
In the world of my bed.
Then, there are the rest of the times
When I just wish to disappear
In my bed while reading books.
.
- Ipsita Mitra Pupu
04/06/2021
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Tender
PoetryA Poetry Collection by an Everywoman about an Everywoman... About her brain, her body, her wishes, her needs, her psychology, her intellectuality, her love, her pain, her everyday battels, her scars, her strength, her weaknesses, her concious, her u...
