miss honest

A tiny seed bottled inside, once broke out into a poem. The poetess loved it so much that even the spelling mistakes were spared.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Before, I was a mother
Then I became a fish
Soon I became a dinner
I was a ghost in no time
Then I was born

Wee, the glimpse of a dimpled smile
Short, these moments of glee
Tiny, this string of words
Tinier, this insignificant life.

A tiny seed bottled inside, once broke out into a poem. The poetess loved it so much that even the spelling mistakes were spared.

Name: Archana

Location: New Delhi, Delhi, India

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