“Escape Plan” – Nayana Nair

the doll with black buttons eyes – i can be that,
if you also don’t mind being one.
we can sit under the shade of broken wooden chair.
we can call this air-conditioned room our world.
the ring on your finger will longer fit you,
these bruises will finally leave your life.
we can wear dresses that carry no scent of rain.
and we will stay forever as girls without love,
girls without heartaches to cure.

4 Comments

    1. ‘Sweet’ is an adjective I rarely get to hear about my poems ๐Ÿ™‚ So let’s stick to that even if it not the perfect word ๐Ÿ˜€
      Glad that you liked my poem. Thanks Paul ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜€

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