Khushboo Singh, Mumbai

Khushboo Singh, Mumbai

A poem written by Patient:

Hearts are earned & not gifted

Things done in the past that I regret

Wake up on a pillow that is wet

Clouds of mist and dust

With a share of vanilla lust

Annoyed disgusted and lonely

Thinking of losing the one and only

Mistakes are forgiven but not all

Broken threads with knots I recall

The ferris wheel will still move on

A coaster of reality from Funeral to born

All my flowers with an angel disguised

Regrets in the coffin built by my prize