I'm alone, self talk
Soft, water walk
I drown in the fluid
I wake up from the lucid
Yet I'm wet, poured by a bucket
"It is early enough for plants to grow"
"So wake up the seed I planted" said my mother
I shrugg myself in the coziness
Did I dream
or walk in the stream
I swallowed that thought
later dragged to dining by my hunger
The sun slapped me straight
I was no stronger
When I drizzled my eyes
Pain in my gaze yet food that waits
Not before I prayed for the food
I broke my fast as fast
Still I wonder How good?
Innocently worse becomes better
And all it began when I walked the water
I must write the mess in the Diary
It is still happy to end this story
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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Karun you just did a brilliant work.