In A Bus

Here’s a lil background before you begin: I wrote this poem in winters, two years ago. I was thirteen. And I know this is not one of best poems, but for some reason, I really like this one. I hope you do too. I am sitting in a bus On my way to school There […]

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Sometimes I cringe at my work Like Nobody gives a shit Tanu. That squirrel does not care about your homework The sun does not care how anxious are you. Maybe I think I think too much I make a mountain out of a grain But trust me When you are in that situation All you […]

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