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Noted Nest

Origami

By Maahika Ajay Kumar



Colorful paper all around,

little squares that I turned into stars.

Folded paper into different shapes and called it a craft,

sinking seas helped by shafts.


I found a little star in my drawer last evening,

"Childhood shapes your future", they say, but all I shaped were crafts.

Only to grow up and realize that I was only the artisan and not the craftsman.

The Craftsmen were the society surround,

the dreams that the Dream catcher caught and not me.

I thought I arted a castle abode while they crafted me a casket to abide.


By Maahika Ajay Kumar



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suchitra sunil
suchitra sunil
09 нояб.

Keep it up great work well written

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suchitra sunil
suchitra sunil
09 нояб.

Amazing

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Shyam Sundar
Shyam Sundar
08 нояб.

Beautiful

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Suraj Ajay Kumar
Suraj Ajay Kumar
07 нояб.

Amazing

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Swathi Narayan
Swathi Narayan
07 нояб.

Nice poem

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