Drenched Souls #Cinquain
His love Moistens dry days The Pitter-Patter shields Sprouts a love flower in her heart Souls drenched Pooja Mandla . *The American cinquain is an unrhymed, five-line poetic form defined by the number of syllables in each line—the first line has two syllables, the second has four, the third six, the fourth eight, and the fifth […]
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Coronavirus
I am the Coronavirus, I can neither be seen nor heard, However, I seem to have thoroughly shaken up the world. After my origin, I’ve never looked back, The knowledge to terminate me, people seem to lack. I conquer my host in multiples of hundreds. Mere utterance of my name, people seem to dread. I […]
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Comfort
Comfort Where can I find it ? Somewhere around It’s the little zone Which feels it’s my own I find it just When I rest my Head over your shoulder And it absorbs me completely I find in the warmth Of your hug In which I melt Just like the snow I find in […]
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