“She was a mountain child,
when she was mad, she never cried.
She only did one thing- write, write, write.
It made her feel better.
It made her feel invisible,
like nothing could stop her.
She felt like a wolf.”
Here are some of my other poems that you may like:
- Cold Winter- Poem on Lost Love
- Motorbikes at Night- Poem on Loneliness
- Shower Space- Your Favourite Escapade
- The Madness of Gurgling Rivers
- The Meadow Flowers were Teeming with Joy
Let thy spirit be high in love. Namaste