• poem_arora_ 5w

    Want to know me, read me.
    Find me in the words,
    Introverted to the world,
    i must be hiding into the casket of words, i.e. books.
    that lay all day in my arm's crooks.
    I have befriended alphabets
    and they never to cease to abet.
    the tissue paper, i wipe my tears with, have a story to tell,
    and to me those stories are chapel.

    ©poem_arora_

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    I reside more into the poetries i write, than in real life.

    ©poem_arora_