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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