POETRY
NOT JUST A
DEJA VU
by shrinidhi balachandar Looking in the mirror shows the real me With a mild terror about future hissing near my ear Want to wear red bottom and walk on the red pathway But protectors trying to recede from my flashes by making me carry cotton in the rain Want my background to get louder Losing myself in the same black and white hue Strings holding me like a puppet No one took a closer look Water and glitter sticking out on my lashes Is my recital a never-ending question?
1|The penchant||NOV 2021
