Being a poet is being a wallflower – Delhi Poetry Slam

Being a poet is being a wallflower

By Himanshi



1-// Nobody told me that how long it takes to get over someone, you loved so ardently. //
 
 Greet my smile and
 I'll make you happy but if you kept watching you will sink into my mind.
 My thoughts like a hovering dawn mist befallen after a summer storm,
 surround you all in.
 It's amazing what 
 we're capable of when in love,
 Soul re-settings to thoughts rearranging.
 
  2- // Nobody told me 
  that we poets are made of misery and in order to remind 
 others their humanity
 we gulp it all up. //
 
 We always say have a look around 
 and let gratitude be your guide 
 while we write and die, People live.
 We suffocate, they breathe.
 
 3- // Nobody told me 
  that we are mere words, 
  hanging on the wall's of others like trophies. //
 
 Our words like a warm coffee in the winters protect and comfort others in grief. We inspire others to create masses and bury pieces of ourselves in the palms of everyone who leaves. 


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