When penned,
Quite absurd my words sound,
Flimsy they become.
Dear, come here,
Have my insanity In its purest form
Least adulterated with rhymes,
Rhythm, it may lack,
But the pulse that pursist,I swear,
Is worth soothing the scars you wear,
The weight your spines bear.

-Diyana Nechiyengal