Category: Prose Poetry

Live a Life

Let me live a life.

Hold not my freedom;

I wish to fly away,

Away into the darkness.

You will see me glow;

My light minuscule

But, a lifetime for me.

Let me be….

Alas! she left the firefly;

A rare occurrence in her garden,

To be itself not hers…

Alone;

That damp night when the world slept

She tried to conquer her fears

Of thunder and lightning

To let her live a life.

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It would be…

My heart and soul alike;

What would it be,

If it happens, to see

Falling in love?

I’m waiting.

She whispered the last line,

Only for the wind to hear;

The clay in hand came alive

Finer than her last try.

Shouldn’t you fall in love?

Here, I’m waiting.

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