Dear time do not steal my memories until I phrase them down.
Dear memories do not fade away until I write you down.
Dear do not get changed sub consciously that I wipe those pangs of anguish which remind me of my naive and true self.
Dear heart do not be so tired to hold it all that before I turn it into a poetry, it'll wash away.
Dear tears do not rain so heavily that all these things I've hold from years shall wash away before I turn them to the ink of my pen.
Dear anger, do not turn yourself it fire that I shall burn all the love in that flame of agony before pouring it out.
Dear Life, I do not want the second chance to live rather I want to immortalise this through the memories I lived.
So don't let me forget what I had before I write it down.
Dear time do not steal my memories until I phrase them down.
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Ink And Rhymes: A Teenager Poet's Diary
Poetry"Ink and Rhyme: A Teenager Poet's Diary", invites readers on a poetic journey through the tapestry of emotions woven by the passing seasons. From the tender innocence of childhood memories to the contemplative solitude of rainy days spent by the win...
