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I Wish I Could Confess My Love

Writer: Hashtag Kalakar
Hashtag Kalakar
Mar 9, 2023
1 min read

By Karan Singh Saini





I wish I could confess my love,

But my tongue can’t pull out the unspoken words.

Looking at her I always get lost,

Poetry comes out like that of Robert Frost.

During the day I keep looking at her,

It’s at the night that I hear her whispers.

Her smile is the thief and eyes the murderer,

She herself as a whole is a sorcerer.

Her skin soft like a feather,

Her heart, an untouched treasure.


By Karan Singh Saini





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