She had often exclaimed that I was like the night
A candle light cannot claim to explore whom,
A riddle, or perhaps a crossword without a guide.
She tried to fill me
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She did not knew that each mistake of her ink was leaving a scar on my empty belonging. lovely lines! ! ! i truly enjoyed them. Great poem :)
Wow an intense poem and i esp admire d creative lines like d lil space btw fingertips. Kudos fellow indian poet.
It reminds me of a saying by William Cowper: There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know...though impossible to decipher, but easy to give an aesthetic judgement for it's an artistic write for some lucky lady! ! !
it is so nice one i read.. i can see it so nice keep writing more and more poems