By Joyal Gupta
The crumbled-up papers lie
Unseen in the attic,
A smile is left behind
Even by the feel of 'me.
All those memories that you
Left to burn in the fire,
You can't throw away
The ashes that remained.
All the bruises,
You wish they never fade,
They are nostalgic of the fights,
You now Cherish.
Your head explodes
With a billion screams,
And you feel guilty for
Leaving them unrecognized.
Yet a deep satisfaction lingers,
For it is over now,
Still, you feel complete
Even by the thought of them.
By Joyal Gupta
i really like the subtleness and inventions used in the poem
This is what poetry should be. An arrangement of thoughts that leaves you in wonder.
OMG! 🥹
You only write masterpieces
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Well written