kirti sharma
Hello everyone! This is my unpublished poem for this anthology!
In the cell
Lets smoke again, as the clouds we make,
are the symbol of the tragedies
of the action that couldn't take place,
and let them cry for their incapabilities & insecurities
but we, sit together, enjoying our moment,
not letting it affect us, in anyway.
Let us harvest, those old memories,
of those guilty childhood days,
making ourselves fall in love for the bad things,
walking on those lives of innocence
& carrying the knife of words to kill.
Lets make ourselves, a little more comfortable,
in this rowing boat of our stories
& plant a new life inside these bars.
Maybe tomorrow when we see the sunlight,
we hope this place finds our future afar.
We might try to close our eyes
from those rays of goodness,
but we want to misplace all our ruined pasts.
Kirti Sharma
I am Kirti Sharma from Delhi, India. I was born on 7 October 1996.
I've completed my graduation in Life sciences this year.