Smriti Sinha

Don’t try to fix me
I am beyond repair
Let me break into pieces
Let my words remain unshared
Alone, let the air take me away
To the uncertain tomorrow
Let me sigh and weep unseen
For I was destined.
I was destined
To be a dandelion flower
To be most beautiful
When I crumble.

The poet is a 12th student of St. Xavier’s School, Hazaribag, Jharkhand. She can be reached at smriti829@gmail.com.

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