Best Poems Written by Avika Singh

the kintsugi night

Have you seen how nights are?
Sometimes glowy but sometimes dull and dark
Doesn’t always show us the stars
Because she preferred self sabotage 

Scars of being replaced by the morning
Scars of not shining as bright as she could
 Scars of not being appreciated for trying
 Scars that couldn’t be comforted by the moon
For he had his own phase
And I, dreamt of a place

Where mornings didn’t exist
But here trees couldn’t spread their radiance
Butterflies didn’t show their grace
And colours couldn’t reflect light

How sad would be the man 
Who hoped for the sun to rise
Night learnt how she isn’t meant to be perfect
For the man now wanted  twilight’s disguise

Have you seen how nights are?
Doesn’t always show us the stars
For she was healing her scars
And this time it looked like a kintsugi art

Copyright © Avika Singh | Year Posted 2024