I'm so tired
Someone make this day unhappen before it happens
Hold my hands of wax
and turn them to wings
teach me how to swim
or turn me into a fish
and then into food
and then be fed
to a poor little girl I saw rummaging in the garbage can
the one I didn't invite to share with me
even though I ate alone
with money in my bag
and in my heart
good intentions
1 comment:
very nice poem, parul! i like.
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