Do I have my place still? Oh! Endangered species like me! I am lost in the sacred world Lost with the hymn of fight Sour like the taste of Bitter Guard My life longed for its flight! Do I have my place still? I always ask my mind… Oh! Endangered species like me! I canContinue reading “Do I have my place still?”
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Attic
I looked wooden doorStill gaze my way to be backAnd my feetAlways take me away from that I know the box insideFamiliar families there lieWith a picture book of my heartThat too separates my part I wangle on the dusty wardrobeTo look for my old telescopeWith which my eyes gazed the moonMoony beam and starsContinue reading “Attic”
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”
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.
Growling stomach
// His stomach is not habitual of bearingSo much food he got in a day. // That morning when I woke up for jog, the smashing noise of rain were coming from my window.I went outside to feel the pleasure it brings with every drop while in the mean time a boy around 6 pavedContinue reading “Growling stomach”
Poetry Pot 