By
Nandini Chakrabarti in
Poetry |
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Closed in the cage,with my dreams dying a little each day,my feet lay coldand my lips are chapped,my mother screams at me,while the kids play,my shoulders overburdened within the circle of life each day.Is the grass still green?I haven’t looked out of my windowand it’s been a while,cigar Read More...
Published on Apr 5,2020 11:45 PM
December scares me a little, curtails me and forbids me to live free. I’m unsure if it’s anxiety and fear of losing somebody because all past decembers have been mournful that way. I try to keep myself busy and at work; so sometimes I end up overworking myself. The stress hurts my should Read More...
Published on Apr 5,2020 11:41 PM
By
Nandini Chakrabarti in
Poetry |
Reads: 340 |
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Not that I don’t understand tough words,
feelings please me.
The depths of which I do get,
although there’s not much left to praise.
I’ve been overshadowed and hunted,
by Shakespeare’s words and poets -
Like how a tigress defeats a deer;
I’m weak,
and my words aren&rsqu Read More...
Published on Apr 5,2020 11:16 PM
