They’d say

If rose could writeIt’d say…“I symbolise your loveIn my lovely way.” If lavender could writeIt’d say…“I symbolise devotion serenity,And your hearty grace.” If peony could writeIt’d say…“I symbolise happy lifeStarting from your wedding day.” If gardenia could writeIt’d say…“Shh…keep it secretI’m your love bae!”

Slavery

//It hurts when they call you slaveHow can you call another same?// Around the globeIn a county like yoursThere is a trend of saleOf slaves by norms To keep you happyBy hook or by crookYou bargain for pricesFor their every look You make them lickYour foot left printsYou master them asThey’re pets you need ~Continue reading “Slavery”

Thank you

Dear poetries,You share my every weakening part or every deepening strength.You know my past and present.Thank you for sharing with me; my crying nights and bleeding days.Thank you for being a part of some of my weeping birthdays. To be my fragmentI thank youTo be my friendI thank you To keep my secrets safeI thankContinue reading “Thank you”

Mr House

Those pillars of yoursStand uprooted siltO, Mr HouseYou’re the home for mist. Your walls blunderedYou’re abandonedO, Mr HouseYou’re freaking sick. Your doors screamingAs we pass you threeO, Mr HouseWoods are slicy thick. Fans with lengthy rodsRetrieving your arrivalO, Mr HouseYou’re old and rival. Your property’s costLeast my memories withinO, Mr HouseYou’re my family’s heart in.

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