Freedom …an incurabke while or a contagious mirth
Am. Hello everyone. Welcome back to Shrutikeshrota. I have worded a new poem that goes like for every single human who has ever walked this Earth a millennia of choices swaying all in between death and birth. When both are mere perceptions, abundance and dearth. When thirst is quenched likewise by an ocean or a forth, when worldly validations ultimately coincide with nothing. Really? Earth freedom blooms as the essence of life then an incurable vine or a contagious mirth. Thank you
Aishani Chatterjee
@Aishani · 0:28
Okay. This is such a beautifully written poem, and I think this definitely gives the listeners some food for thought. I really like your word play here. You know how you played with the words, and it almost increases it. There was rhythm in it. All. Yeah. I loved this poem. Keep writing. And please to keep sharing more such write ups on style