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When I Don't Write Poetry

Feb 28, 2023
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By Purnima Chabria


On days when I don't write poetry,

I hope you'd read me!

read whole of me ,

as raw as possible,

as much as possible!

I wish you could read my unshaped nails,

my broken glasses,




my half gone mascara,

my pyjamas,

my half painted toes ,

my unsaid vows!

on days when I don't write poetry,

I hope you will read me literally,

I wish you will read me inside out,

the knots in my hair,

the smile that I wear,

my stories,

my puzzles,

my mysteries,

my histories!

my each scar,

each war,

each eye blink ,

each thing I think!

on days when I don't write poetry,

I hope you'd read me,

because darling if you look closely...

I am no less than a poetry!


By Purnima Chabria






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