• _ghar_ 23w

    Ps: My grammar is weak.

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    ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴏɴ ᴍyꜱᴇʟꜰ

    If there was a way to fix the things whose mother is brokenness,

    Then I would have cache the
    subfusc stretch marks of the
    evening when grandma whispered
    her last story to the vermillion
    cries of clouds, clouds that rains
    only on me.

    I would have steal the courage of
    some revolutionary figures from
    modern history and weaved them
    on the border of maa's banarasi
    saree, so that she could fight back
    with the society who wrapped her
    14th spring in some injudicious
    morals and sullen myths.

    I would have rescheduled those
    unwanted panic attacks which
    i feel more often now, because
    I want to bleed some more sceneries
    of the moments I spent with numb
    nights and humid afternoons and
    without myself too.

    ~I am a poet wondering, if hope hopes for something too?~