Faithfully ExpectantA Poem by Vatsal Rohilla
I am a pampered child
of my thoughts and dreams I create happy, delightful visions of the unseen future I weave an armour of soft, delicate glass And when rocks are hurled at me, my armour cracks Some splinters fall down; the rest pierce my skin Then I make quick, painful efforts with my feet and slow, painful ones with my hands And when I get rid of all the splinters I turn again to my thoughts and dreams to weave another armour of glass © 2019 Vatsal RohillaFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on April 2, 2019 Last Updated on April 2, 2019 Tags: poetry, free-verse, dark AuthorVatsal RohillaDehradun, Uttarakhand, IndiaAboutJust revived after a couple of years. And I feel, I have become crazier than ever. more..Writing
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