“You’re not like your
poems”
She
mocked me
As
if I had to prove something to her
“Of course I am not
like my poems
I don’t write them for
me”
True
reflection of a poet
Lies
in the mind of his beloved
Not in his poems
Not in his poems
Wah! Kya baat!
ReplyDeleteYou are your poems. Its like death, the fragility of existence.
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