By Shreya Dhital

A Writer’s Prayer

They held the wand 
and prayed to never let a full stop  
meet the last sentence they write 


A bruise on my knee, 
Awaiting a band-aid, meets 
a pinch of salt! 


You appear and 
the furrow between my brows 
leaves a grin in its wake 

Soft Weeps

These soft weeps -  
both a lullaby and 
a needle's prick 

At Their Happiest

They scribble and strike, 
string and structure - words unite 
A beautiful dance


Unrestrained flames blaze
And flicker in dominance
Heat and terror - Splash!

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