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Dumb or In Love

By Kavya Mehulkumar Mehta


are poets dumb — or

just in love?

to the world, they may seem dumb,

but for them,

love is inevitable.

poems are reminders of love

that can’t be forgotten,

shan’t be forgotten.

every piece of their muse

is engraved in them.

they are built of rotten love

disguised as flowers —

sweet to them.

to the world,

it may seem pointless,

but poets —

their world is their muse.


By Kavya Mehulkumar Mehta

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