Wild Abstractionists

Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.

Tamanna Malhotra

Excerpt Number Twenty – Six.

And when the stars will fall,
The universe will conspire
In an attempt to reveal the latent beauty
Of the world you choose to criticize.
Poetry is never formed,
Or created,
Or written,
For it flows like the water in the oceans,
And the wind in the skies,
And the dreams in your sleep,
And the beating of your heart;
Involuntarily, naturally.
And when poetry flows
Within your veins, infused in your blood,
You might not be a poet,
You’re a work of art.
A wilderness.
An abstract piece,
Which is why they fail to fathom
Your beauty.

~Tamanna Malhotra

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