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Top 5 poetry | Best in Month (March) | Latest Poetry

Top 5 Poetry | Best in (March) Month |Latest Poetry

1. “Being Poor” by Suboor Abbas.

“Being poor is a cough that doesn’t go away.”

“Being poor is deciding that it’s all right to base a relationship on shelter.”

“Being poor is getting tired of people wanting you to be grateful.”

“Being poor is feeling helpless when your child makes the same mistakes you did, and won’t listen to you beg them against doing so.”

“Being poor is knowing you’re being judged.”

“Being poor is people wondering why you didn’t leave.”

“Being poor is knowing how hard it is to stop being poor.”

“He was just another broken kid, living in a grown body, mimicking adult life.”

2. “After You Ditched me” by Heenal Vora.

After you ditched me,

You made me realise the meaning of life.

It is not just having he or she,

Thank you for killing my blind love, small world with your selfish knife.

This made me realize that I don’t need anyone.

I was born without you, I can even live without you.

For me, you—fashion,

You went on your own and I welcomed “success” which is brand new.

You came for a reason,

You took away my normal life and gifted me ‘nothing’.

Getting everything again was the best motivation, This way I changed ‘something’ or ‘nothing’ to ‘anything’ or ‘everything’.

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3. “Insomnia” by Sapna Teotia.

And darling! Nights are the beautiful of of all. where her cozy blanket works as shroud.

Beneath those winding sheets, she relives the past.

No one knows The concealed part.

“That probably is a grave.”

“Insomnia”

4. “Rose with Petals so red” by Mahek Mithare.

Oh you rose with petals so red, Do you blush or do you bleed?

Do you regret over things unsaid?

No doubt that you’re hurt indeed.

Oh you, rose with petals so red, Are you so because you’re lovelorn?

Are they red, the tears you shed?

Or were you pricked by your own thorn?.

5. “Find Yourself Again” by Yianna Joy

My mind is a collection of paperback books it is a fortress of stories and poems

my body is the library where they lay

my eye is the librarian who leads the way, and you;

you are nothing but a borrower,

an ambitious searcher,

looking for the perfect story;

looking for a book

where you might find yourself, again.

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