Them Poem by Drisya Suresh

Them

They call it mastery,
But I call it mystery
When iron blossoms,
They call it romance
But I call it nature of humans
They wanted gifts,
But I wanted day shifts
They wanted a suitcase,
But I wanted to solve cases
When the autumn starts,
They started to fallen
But I started to fasten.

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