I've been fuming
Over these pimples for
a while now.
They will fade away.
The wrinkles peeping
From the corners of
My flawed face.
They will bloom youth.
Ma, who jitters my diet
For haemoglobin
Trust me,
My blood will become more red.
And this damned poetry
That stirs their soul
As I speak,
Will be silenced, will be quiet.
Brume is freezing
Numbing my skin
But when you touch me
I'll be warm.
Only when you see me, dear love
Only if you see me,
There will be sun, I promise,
Only when you see me.
•Isha•
In-house artist: Isha Yadav

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