Tuesday, March 30, 2021

Poetry- Poem but not the poet

 I'm the pen but not the writer
 I am the poem but not the poet

Like a flower that blossoms to the night moon 

I await for the darkness to curb me in.


I wrote this poem while I was travelling to Vellore. The place, I visited 12 years ago. It's nostalgic and thrilling to revisit the place after such a long time. 


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