Sunlight falls on this page of my book,
From a slit in the curtain from the window,
I turn the page, the sunlight follows,
It falls on the next one too,
I close the curtain shut tight.
Is this even remotely what you call a poem?
What in the hell is poetry?
3 comments:
poetry or not, this is good.
Echo Prateek
Thanks for coming here. Even I forget to come here often ;)
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