Day 8- (8th April)
7 Days, 7 Lines: Write a poem where each line/sentence is about each day of last week.
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Waking up with a giddy feeling,
I just remember,
I missed my class.
Now with the feeling of —
what should I do?
classes & poems;
that's what started to engage,
With one or another,
they started to crush,
But what can I do? This is my call.
To be exact my karma,
therefore I shall manage it,
Even the storms will come or the cramps will crash,
My journey shouldn't have been stopped, I can't but go with the flow.
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Rewritten - May, 2022
Chirping birds, a call of dawn
New day, new hope
Monday went in grumbling,
Tuesday came in blur,
But for me it's the same day,
How can I forget the chaos of the third time?
Nowadays, with grilled cheese sandwich -
It seems it's only me sucking over
these days,
Alas! It's only fifth now,
Here I am waiting in the late dusk.
Only one day more, perhaps
I can find my soul.
Finally it's the weekend - same as usual
But for me, my heaven to sleep.
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