Friday, 7 August 2020

My poetry

 Feelings are fluctuating

I tried to keep them in lines

And nurtures with wordings

But they are not obeying

some roars, smiles and cries

At last I set them free

Without any parameter

Like blue butterflies

Now they flutters ie,"My poetry"

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