How can a star that's falling, grant my wish!
Or can it?
#NanoPoetry
Or can it?
#NanoPoetry
A Wish
The sky is black, fitted with white
dots
they occupy random places, like a sheet with blots.
Prayers answered, hopes fulfilled:
wishes picked, one each from the slots.
A void within me longs,
for a someone to whom it belongs,
a wish evaporates from within,
a desire deep rooted: now, the sky is its aim.
they occupy random places, like a sheet with blots.
Prayers answered, hopes fulfilled:
wishes picked, one each from the slots.
A void within me longs,
for a someone to whom it belongs,
a wish evaporates from within,
a desire deep rooted: now, the sky is its aim.
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Picture Courtesy: Jyothi Mehla
Picture Courtesy: Jyothi Mehla
