DupattaA Poem by Vartika
The way it lacerates through air
Lifelessly floating without an er Over the skyline with a drumroll sign Admiring the beholder Not counting the hours It wasn't with her Mildly unhappy Slightly happy For it locked up her smell and smudge Not yet forgotten her touch Looking at it's pull and slew I ask myself When will I break like you..? *Dupatta* :-vartika © 2019 Vartika |
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