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Like a first kiss is first poem
It scarce starts as a well-formed line,
But as fuzzy thoughts if genuine,
All along you feel tense
As if under sentence,
A strange itch not of skin
In time gets somewhat mean
Whilst fuzzy thoughts begin to get some shine,
Words vie to form, play bin,
Show some rare discipline,
Slowly ever so slowly,
And somewhat painfully,
Though twisted, words make a fair twine.
Most poems born are much like this
From chaos, mental catharsis,
And feel like life’s first kiss.
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Happenings | 26.07.2025 | poem, kiss
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Aniruddha Pathak
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