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Srishti Singh Poem
At the pier, waiting for apologies
My little self awaits her mundane reality
Every broken promise, a piece of her heart ripped out
Leaving her dreams behind like she didn't just stay up late practicing that dance choreo,
But I am no time traveler, so how shall I tell her that , little kiddo I am really sorry.
Copyright © Srishti Singh | Year Posted 2025
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Srishti Singh Poem
Live, live, live, my burning soul screams.
Down to ashes, down to nothing,
Sitting in flames, burning even my rage.
A symphony of screams escapes my trance.
Live, live, live, echoes in my head.
Burning pyre, pyre containing my dreams.
Crying sky, serves light at the death of the day.
Dying hope reincarnates, my heart rejuvenates.
Live, live, live, embedded in my eyes,
Eyes that cry but refuse to die.
Broken castle, castle of my dreams,
I fetch bricks, for I choose to live.
Copyright © Srishti Singh | Year Posted 2025
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