Lesson 16
Bright star, would I were steadfastperhaps the zigzagged lines that’s been
my life
could’ve been a straight one, and
the jotted lines that’s been my fate
would’ve been filled in, but then
the picture
that tells my story would be someone else’s
and not the haphazard humdrum huzzah
and not the abstract sketched
zigzagged jotted
unfollowable tale
that only I can read
so, in my own way
I burn and burst like you do.
I am a star, in my own right.
And in my own way.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-08-05 at 17:09
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