Humans of Himachal

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Poetry on my skin.

Proud on
shallow connections,
You thrive to earn,
All this fake affection,
Can’t be a good turn.

You ask me to fly,
But I don’t want wings,
My aim is already high,
I don’t need your things.

Your energy
revolves around the greed,
My strength
floats within trees.
Stop suggesting me to read,
I don’t want your aura,
please.

You want me to dive in sea,
I don’t care
about virtue or sin.
Oh dear!
You can’t tame me,
It’s poetry,
written on my skin.

0 comments on “Poetry on my skin.

  1. Very nice write! I really enjoyed this line…

    “You ask me to fly,
    But I don’t want wings”

    Will be back to read more. 🙂

    -Renee Verona
    rarityofparadise.com

  2. “Oh dear!
    You can’t tame me,
    It’s poetry,
    written on my skin”
    beautiful and deep lines as you dived and brought them from the bottom of heart of the ocean