I have really lost touch with my self and the writer in me! that charismatic charm with which i used to add spice to my cuisine and when dressing up my colorful salads were a delight, i seemed to have lost it all. I may have willfully walked my way out, but my spices sit lifeless on the shelf, probably still gathering dust in the dark... probably awaiting new light...... ©12/05/2020 Nisha Ayan/Alisha
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Nisha B. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks