The Hand That Rocks The Cradle
Holding my hands, she jubilantly led Though growing up, I gainsaid In her comfort of ignorant bliss, In my yearning, to be distinct Call me a zany zealot, For I walked on her footprints, Like a retinue artless, In youthful egotism and naivete My tot as in present, I get, would be no different, Hitting […]
Affinity And MoodsThank Goodness!
She tossed her curly mop. The frizzy thing of keratin (and some moss). She needed a haircut, badly. Yet, she dared not visit a saloon, even till Unlock.20! She wondered why the folk mourned, About being in pyjama bottoms, she loved them so. She destested makeup that highlighted her ‘forever-acne’. Was content sporting a head […]
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Bare and Burdened
Holding riches of contentment Flying light traversing barbed miles endless, Haggard mien barefoot, unabated dream Enthralling emmer sunshine beckoning. . Stories they heard, glorious land lush Rosy days where nights resplendent River munificent flowing elixir Blissful promised land, hope burgeoning. . Frayed bindle of burden, penury a dent On shoulders frail, life is heavy Thatched […]
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