I ain't the teenage-butterfly with lavish wings of freedom,
I am a firefly
That ought to burn and bring light
To the dark lives of poor parents..I wanted to trace the galaxies in my canvas board..
I wanted to keep penning my magnanimous musings on paper..
I wanted to enlighten and lead the hoi polloi to a brighter tomorrow..
But then,
I can only trace the silhouetted figures of my parents,burning in the fire of dearth!
YOU ARE READING
Inkoglobin Soul [#Wattys 2016]
PoesíaEach page dyed With thoughts smeared with star dust Each verse constructed with, Meticulously chiselled sentences...✍ Drown into this mesmerizing ocean, From which, You won't want to rise whatsoever.☺ To be forma...