On a whim-a poem
On a whim
Why am I
fearful in poetry
In words
that are my very own
My secret
scary demanding dreams
My thoughts
when I am alone
Be my
guest, fill my damn pool with love
Except that
it’s an ocean
On my cozy
sweater of memories
Weave me
your emotion
My anxiety
discomforts me like a headache
But your
touch can change everything
Hug me warm
in my tears
Bring me
breakfast in bed and sing
My asks and
demands and requests
My stubborn
silly temperament
My mature
deep discussions
My
emotional need to vent
On most occasions
I’m convinced I’ll be alone
Sometimes I
win
But even
when I get it all
I throw it
away on a whim
And that is
why I am fearful in poetry
In words
that are my very own
My secret
scary demanding dreams
My thoughts
when I am alone
-Maithili
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