my name means 'little sunny',
kept my writing to myself solely,
never needed an editor,
but exposure to my poems on the monitor,
leaves a mind so melancholy and melodious,
Oh my poems are just so contagious!
smooth like pastel,chilling in the wilderness,
just for now,you won't be searching for anyone else.
Behind these words are dedication,
to the one who made me prisoner of concoction,
setting in a fire,the warmth wrote-
grant me my wish upon poems,but it only left a drought.
23.11.23
YOU ARE READING
Rose garden that grew within me✔
PoetryI literally remember those days when I had this sort of conversation with my sister over the phone: "guess what?" "lemme guess another new poem!".🥀 and then we scream 'Yay' in our own world of happiness. I re-read some of my favourites among these...
