the book speaks to me,
let me make your heart retain,
travel back in time and see,
your worries will absolutely drain,
ask me for poetry,
I'm like a subway train,
moving across a delightful city,
I'm your company,
sympathy or pity,
I'm like a fresh air to refresh your brain,
under a tunnel of darkness and anxiety,
or fast along the bridge of flowing river,
whether you're the passenger or the diver,
you won't regret me,
there might be a happy ending or never,
in depth of all the shiver,
when you come closer,
I serve detail of all your curiosity,
as if thats my morning duty.
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...
