Flustered not, she fluttered;
A minute on my watch ticked…
Fight not, flight arrested;
A pattern I traced as my watch ticked…
Tried hard, tired by then,
She stilled and I took over;
The window that lay ajar
Opened to the evening sun…
She fluttered and flustered I stood
A minute on my watch ticked…
She fought, and gained flight;
A pattern I traced as she found her way.
Tried till then, tired not yet,
The words swirl emotions
And minutes on my watch ticked
As patterns I chased fervently
Unknown to me minutes ago;
Life I see differently…
Honestly telling, this poem drove me crazy…
I can’t even think of writing like this 🙂 🙂 amazing
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Thank you. Never underestimate yourself dear. Good luck
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Happy Resurrection!
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