Your mistakes

I pick your mistakes
Everytime you drop one-
The agonising words,
The shrewd negligence,
The silence of deception –
I bathe them in the slashing summer sun
Stick on them all those glass pieces
And nameless thorns you carry
To place them in a chamber inside.
Every other time I see you
It bleeds unknowingly
Reminding me the pain
I endure for loving you.

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About Fathima Manal

Dreams,fantasies,words and rhythm-other than skin,bones and muscles I am made up of these.With every drop of blood that my heart pumps,a new dream forms in me.With every breathe,i take the surroundings too inside me.And my poems are just the minute regurgitants of what i accumulate within. I am a doctor from Kerala,India,who should not be supposed to but is in deeply love with words and books more than medical books.Hope you enjoy my poems......

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