How much am I sad?
that my tears are burning my face.
How much are we distant?
that your random appearance seems disturbance.
How much time do we need?
to get familiar with one's thoughts
How long will it take?
to ask why I feel wrong
It's not like I am waiting,
waiting for your reach.
I have no choice but to stay,
because my wings are forbidden whenever you say.
-Bhoomika Mehta
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To the Day When I Want to Run Away
PoetryCollections of my poems, that keeps me going.
