Max. Rank #3
This collection is combination of many poem of love and nature. If you love to read short poems you shall love this. (find yourself between the lines)
If you are interested in only love poems you can jump to the poem No 4 and 5 and...
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Time is so blank canvas to me, I cannot fill it with all my doings.
If I turn its pages, my past -Incomplete advice to my incomplete Learnings, Part of mine is a fighter opposing What has been happening, And remaining is an artless learner For how to even fight.
Turns melts me to follow Where it wants me to walk.
Summers heat me up below blazing Rays. I walk and walk with no hopes No dreams, without any hollow Or filled with identity.
Sometimes I feel, to sit at a place But I won't.
Presence of people means nothing to me, Reasons for this is undefined though.
it's clear that it's but their reflection.
I hate when a person consider me Illiterate of things that they do. I hate when they pretend not to be Seen by me.
Not a newborn baby, I am Nor I am the one they conclude Through my appearance.
Up to my Present, I dragged my body from very dark Lights to this very different world Of curiosity and discoveries.
