Monday, October 7, 2013

being fickle


i was ready to give up everything
stay put sprout roots like a tree
to give up the world for you
give up even poetry
for you for ever
for an eternity

for a week at aleast


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1 comment:

Divya said...

Poetry might have been scarce if you had stayed.

October 9, 2013 at 5:39 PM

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