You waited with beating heart
Not knowing what would come
You were born just yesterday
To show the world who you are.
The little one asked, "𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯?"
Perhaps you bit the retort on your mouth
For they haven't known
That you've stolen a child from creation
Who was doodling all this way
To be out of this world.
—urmi
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Window Acoustic
Poetry'Window Acoustic' is a treble and bass of my thoughts. In this collection, one may find poetry born out of light and dark seeking to avoid reality or facing its vice.
