Are you mine or no?
Am I blind or no?
The thing I thought we had,
The thing we had months ago.
Does it really exist?
Or is it a character,
I made with sorrow?
Tell me it is a dreamy necklace,
To which I added beads in daylight.
Say the eye freezing was nothing,
Also the things we said in fight.
Set me free from this cage,
That I made from mere might.
Either leave this hand or confess,
This is reality not a mess.
Say something I’m not ready for.
My mind is tired, needs rest,
Turn the page or make it your best.
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Mishthi Shukla is a 15 years old Student.
“I write poems to escape the world, I dream to heal people.”