Pain visits me today, uninvited,
choking me till I am charred by its heat.
I welcome it knowing
that if I didn’t feel it I would be in wrong place
Together, under soft covers,
we stretch for a while
Pen lays untouched, inks dry;
muse awaits till pain exhausts its pride
Thank you so much!!
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ReplyDeleteLoved that line!
Thank you Preeti, hope u will write poem, one each day, during the month of April.. :))
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