By Sneha Tewari

In recent days, I embarked on a journey of writing,
Yet, at times, I find my poetic prowess slightly blighting.
My mind, a canvas sometimes blank, Yearns for the lyrical flow, like a fish in a tank.
Some may perceive my lines merely rhyme,
But they spring forth, a notion ripe in its prime.
I refrain from similes and alterations grand,
For the art of writing, I strive to understand.
Like a fish in a lavish aquarium, I muse, Dreaming of delicacies, if my owner could choose.
Today, I weave thoughts seemingly random,
A princess musings confined, like in a kingdom’s chasm.
Descending the staircase, a vision of perfection,
Yet, daunting is the role of a princess, with expectations in all direction. Publication of my maiden poem, a cherished dream,
Atop my aspirations, it gleams.
Free verses, once despised, now find their grace,
As seen in the lines you’ve just embraced.
But there’s one thing I disdain,
The thought of my sixteenth birthday, not marked with a refrain.
Once, quarantine reigned atop the list, But now, closeness blossomed in the solitude, not to be missed.
A recent personality test, deemed me mature,
Yet, within me, doubts often endure.
For amidst the chaos of my bustling mind,
Thoughts swarm, sometimes hard to find.
Just a few days into this writing quest,
I ponder, do I possess the poetess’s zest?
By Sneha Tewari
your words are like birds singing in my ears
Your words make me visualize everything... just too good 💗
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Woahhhh... love it ❣️