Daily post, Poems

Find the puncture


My mind starts with a question

The drafts are so awful

Maybe I am filled with venture

And, I am punctured

The wind seems so bored

Rain is thirsty

Where can I run?

To rescue this puncture !!!

Wandering inside the forest of veins.

My lips smile a lot

Eyes don’t flatter with them

The struggle to survive the puncture

Seems far from possible today!

People are going insane

Wearing masks like hell

I wanna know what are they?

From inside to their puncture


Still, I have to figure out my puncture.



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