Those harrowing days in a month..

Sometimes it’s regular as clock..
Sometimes I await like a school kid eagerly anticipating for the last bell..

Deferment of its busting haunts me..

It induced to conceive of having a bun in my oven..

Once it detonates,..
my legs fatigue..
my hip hollor for rest..
my bosom tumefy with pain..

Snubbing all these, my lips feign to grin always ..

 

 

september 9, 2019 _ 2_00 pm _ findlay residence (25)

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10 Comments Add yours

  1. ~H@rdip~ says:

    Amazing creation πŸ‘ŒπŸ˜Š love the very first paragraph πŸ€—

    Liked by 2 people

    1. optimisticsoul7373 says:

      Thank you so much for the sweet appreciation 😊🎁🎈

      Liked by 2 people

  2. Kranti says:

    Beautifully penned!! 😊

    Liked by 1 person

    1. optimisticsoul7373 says:

      Thank you dear πŸŽπŸŽˆπŸ˜†

      Liked by 2 people

    1. optimisticsoul7373 says:

      Thank you dear πŸŽπŸŽˆπŸ˜†

      Liked by 1 person

    1. πŸ˜…πŸŽπŸŽˆπŸ™Œ thanks baby sis

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