Dear life,
What a misery it was,
Not accepting your words.
True, but they still hurts
When I owned you,
As if you were never mine.
But still I won't let
Your beauty wither with time.
Next time when we meet,
Let's make a deal,
We'll both keep faith
And we'll both cherish,
Until it's time for us to perish.
-Mitali Pandey
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The Art of Self-Love
PoetryLoving self is an art and not everyone is an artist . If you are giving yourself more importance, more time you may be considered selfish, but what is wrong about it. This book consist of various phrases of self love in form of short poetry.
