Ritika Nath Poems

Hanako Ishii was you aware of that story
Where the cunning moon drained his childish sun so much,
She died every night just to let him breathe?
Why lie to that entity who could sense mere sickness miles apart?
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Have you ever been in the middle of something?
Middle of life, middle of multiple books,
middle of a cup of warm, sweet coffee that you just don't want to finish?
'You are so much more than that! ' my inner voice cried while I listlessly swept off flyway hairs and tucked them behind my ears.
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Where do we go when the black blank blanket covers us?
Under which sky? Whose moonlight? Glistening stars...
'Listen—'
'What? '
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