Jaya Pillai<span class="bp-verified-badge"></span>
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My name
Is an assortment of letters,
Perched upon
A white page,
Along with words
That define me.
And yet,
Each time,
I seek to slink away,
It stalks me
And traps me
And holds me,
Till I give in.
A call, a note
Or whatever else
And I am back again.
And yet
What would I be
Without my name?
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‘What would I be without my name?’💚💚Beautiful, ma’am💚💚
Thanks so much
No escaping our names. 🙂So beautifully written, ma’am. 💚💚
Beautiful last line
Nice one
What is in a name and still it defines an individual. Nicely penned.
So true. Love it.
Beautiful!
What a beautiful thought portrayed JP💚💚
True true true
The last line… Wow…