Let me just live my life now,
You were with me all these days
And I nurtured you with my folly
I fed you the flowers of my tree
And never let them bloom into fruits
I gave you a piece of mind
And you? You grew like a parasite
Killing me from within.
Your tentacles strangled me
And your dark blood poisoned mine
But I have woken up now
And I'm sorry ,you will be kicked out
I'll pull you out along with your creeping roots
Just so you don't propagate
Sprinkling some good vibes on your corrupt thorns.
When I'm sure you have no seeds buried deep
I'll rejoice and dance around, for I know
I have pulled out the weeds from my beautiful garden.
-Priyanka Hosur
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The Fall of Words
Poetry"Poetry..... Something so intimate, so essential ,that cannot be defined without oversimplifying. It is like the colour yellow , love and fall of leaves in autumn. Poetry is magical,mysterious and unexplainable." ...
