Several years ago, I used to stand on my roots,
I never believe in any touch of an angel
I carried my Earth,
I am travelling in a solitary sky.
Until, one day, my wings got wounded
I tried to carry it as if nothing happened
I tried to carry it as if it was not injured.
Until, the shadow came in,
And said; "you have me, don't carry the Earth with one hand".
Oh! I have a shadow behind me.
I thought, nobody cares.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
