…shed to be that winglet parched
on the sturdy bough, and experience
Rain as they would.
Humidity plays rougue with my bones
They call it some Auto-Immune disorder,
Restricting my outdoor activities —
My bed-ridden days, judgemental words,
And I agree.
Wetting My Sole
Monoreena Acharjee Majumdar
Just a little overwhelmed while reading this. So, nicely written. Beautiful, very beautiful. Thanks for tagging me :-)