BLINDFOLD
Why falling is the part of me
Why crushing myself is knack for me
I am begging for me, to myself
I am holding a grudge & shattering myself.
Was went out to find peace
Look look what I got, I planned a new path by putting a spectacles on my knees.
I was walking on the dark road with the candle in my hand.
Oh god I bumped into fox who was wearing a skin of a beautiful dear & I got rapt
I went to him and tried to feel him.. You know what happen?
He bit me and left a wound which is only visible to my hands.
Those wounds are only visible to my hand.
Pallavi Singh.
Comments
May be one day the deer will arrive with a warm hug and no fox will be around to wound you again.Hope is the driving force of life, I hope it drives you too and everything good comes to your way. It was really a heartfelt poem.Thanks for the relatable content.