Fourth March

not every spring can 
save you from sadness,
not every March can 
adore you an escape to his arms,

"clear the history 
of the hourglass i spent 
counting quartz sand 
granules in the hope 
to shift the dynamics of 
our suns and earths,
clear if you can ,
i can not ! "

"you believed me 
every time when 
i barked up the wrong tree,
but you could not 
believe my tiniest cell
when i was burning in steams ,
what a mystery, babes! "

"my love looks like an 
undervalued currency,
drowning in the debt of 
promises spilled from 
your mouth to bend for
my innocence even 
more than my face!" 

not every spring can 
shatter your source of sickness, 
not every March can 
turn you to his favourite child .

- chetna 🌻 

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