• sahoosmruti 5w

    You bloomed
    in the terrace
    Spreaded nostalgia
    within the spines
    Stopping the
    adrenaline rush
    You harbring
    the sanity
    to be soaked
    into the blood cells ...

    You cuddled with zephyr
    fantasised moments
    with that book owner
    When your crumpled petals
    discovered freedom
    from the clinch
    of those brown pages
    and rejuvinated
    with that warmest touch..

    Atlast
    You became a
    bookmark
    With a name written on it
    A name
    that you couldn't pronounce
    A name that you hated
    But
    Still
    You carried it...

    Afterall ,
    you are his favourite bookmark
    And you can't be the cause of his disappointment.
    ©sahoosmruti