In teacups small, they reside with tiny worlds under the dome.
Among shelves and quiet nooks, in secret spots they hide.
Dancing on spoons, sleeping in leaves, sailing in saucer boats.
A matchstick bridge, a threadbare swing, their lives wondrous and gentle.
Gathering at night, softly glowing with fairy lights.
In a world unseen, close yet far, these tiny people are my home's sweet star.
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Pallabi Saikia
I am an article writer and poet, expressing my overwhelming thoughts through words. My articles explore diverse topics, while my poetry captures personal subtleties, connecting with others through shared experiences.
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Awesome
A new world in your poem!