If people were colors, I wonder what hue will I resemble...
Will I be the shades of galaxy cluster, something astral?
Will I be the sun kissed, vibrant polychrome of the flower?
Or the love soaked lush green meadows the drizzle just showered?
Will I be ferocious like blood gushing out and making an indent,
Whatever the visual chroma you associate me to will I be content?
Do we even know each others to make this association?
When my own mind and soul are not in articulation!
Maybe I am still in my cocoon yet to metamorphize and flap my wings,
On what basis tell me then will you draw my identity strings?
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Poems : Eunoia
PoetryI don't believe that a single poetry can change the world. But it definitely leaves something warm inside your heart Words stay with you forever. Words can stir your soul and cause ripples inside. So here are some of my poems. I decided to call thi...
