Bleed
Like a warrior amidst a war
And through the wrinkled plains
Of your withered skin
Let it flow
And make a mark
Cause soon
It shall run dry
What shall remain
Is that very mark
A scar from past
And a humble milestone
One might then sing
In harmony with a blissful morning
And you shall bleed no more
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Drops
Short StoryA collection of micro-tales and short poems by Mayur Kr. Garg. Vote, Comment and Share if you like any of them.
