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Poets

Noted Nest

By Tamanna Gupta


The words stumble out

Do we choose to be poets?


People are broken toys

by heart, by soul, by self.

Always thrown by someone close


Some poets are made due to

strife and pain,

Some are borne out of

love and hope,

all because they can turn anything into

beautiful phases.


If you look closely,

poets are starving creatures

There are neglected feelings,

they feed upon

To bleed through ink

And leave their stories imprint

on the pages.


By Tamanna Gupta

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Ankita Das
Ankita Das
05 sept. 2024

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