Stretch Mark Poem by Shanti Lakshmi Dadhirao

Stretch Mark



A lovely form of art
It's a beautiful craft
Made from inside
Which people often try to hide
Some don't want them they decide

When I run my fingers on them
Memories of those flutters come
This can be experienced only by some
I am the blessed one

To the world they embark
Lil human beings landmark
We call it stretch mark
I will embrace them around the clock

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