By Ridhima Bhagawati Happy birthday to me Sweetly sings the candle, Loudly hoots the night owl, And the figurines on the mantle. Happy Birthday to me Lightly chuckles the silence, As I put on a show f
By Ridhima Bhagawati Jagged-edged origami boy, Artistry in bubble wrap. And me, the novice authenticator, And you, who made me stop in my tracks. The messages of some crazed artiste, The subtle meanin
By Ridhima Bhagawati At the end of the day, It’s not about the dress you wear. But whether you are pretty enough To belong in a poem. To take up space while being thin In a boy’s pumpkin mind. And at
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