By Amrutha L Waiting for someone to knock on my bubble, which travels around me like a shield. They try to approach me - Even with a bullet, the bubble is undisturbed, undeterred. Sighing, I try to re
By Amrutha L To the races we begin to compete, To complete each lap, here is the cheer, The beginnings of a good story, The start of a poem, The music of a song, The slight breeze on a sunny evening,
By Amrutha L She was looking between the stars, Aiming to land amongst them, Blessed with abundance, yet Cornered into nothingness, She threw herself off the ledge too many times, Bouncing back like a
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