A gratitude filled smile for those who opened this book. I am Saima, a girl with dreams that blur my sights and I wish to pick them all, with each stars they come with. Chammi, as I have been called as a kid, I write, sometimes to reminiscence my past, sometimes to put in emotions that I cannot voice. Its a poetic journey, a journey where I visit my old home, search for happiness, sink in fears. But, like the different shaped sun, I always made it to the end; broken but breathing.
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Talks with Pen
PoetryA collection of words into poems, shaped by pen and poured out of heart. "There were none by me, So I took the pen, Scribbled till it had end, The paper heard my laments, Which remained buried and hidden." - S...
