Nalini Bhattar
She wore his words
on her sleeves
thinking them to be pristine.
Because she feared
things would shatter into
small thorns.
Until, one day when she hold
the flower in her hand,
recognising all his words
to be bruise on her body.
She wore his words
on her sleeves
thinking them to be pristine.
Because she feared
things would shatter into
small thorns.
Until, one day when she hold
the flower in her hand,
recognising all his words
to be bruise on her body.
Muchas gracias. ?Como puedo iniciar sesion?
Thank you so much for the appreciation.
I will definitely read yours.
“Until, one day when she hold
the flower in her hand,
recognising all his words
to be bruise on her body.”
So beautiful!!!! Your use of metaphors is wonderful…….please read my poem " Warning: heart is fragile" and do share where i can improve. Its my debut poem and I learnt a lot about using metaphors from your poetry. Beautiful!!!
Let metaphors be with you. Love love love.
Thank you so much.
Deep words ❤
This is so dope like i am feeling the words