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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