Perfection - Manav Chandra

There is a girl

who smells like frosted apples,

with a touch so gentle

It'll calm your worst fear,

and with her hands she immortalized her battle wounds of lost loves

and deep betrayals

that left scar tissue invisible to you

With her hands she has,

lifted the weight of the sky

and let go of many people alive;

With her hands and that laugh,

those honey brown eyes,

a white blouse with sleeves rolled perfectly thrice

and a denim skirt that's always short

but never tight

she brings DEATH back to life!


Written By: Manav Chandra

16 views

©2020 by Verses Kindler Publication. 

Designed By Kashish Chadha