Hershil Singla
Full time student, part-time ice cream scooper (not that I work in an ice cream parlor, though I'd love to) and I have a passion of reading and writing poetry.
Flexure
She climbed, Up on the stool
That was Off-balance, shaky,
Treacherous,
Cleaning the old photos,
Her old memories
The dirt she sniffed
And, the stool slipped,
She fell on the ground,
And, when her husband found
He growled
Disheartened by the growls
God hits the button of time
Now,
She’s on the stool
That was Off-balance, shaky,
Treacherous
Cleaning the old photos
The dirt she sniffed
And, the stool slipped,
Husband, catches her from behind
As the supreme designed
She’s saved.
