Note From An Ailing Poet
Bring the poems to the ground where I will be buried.
Scribble the coffin with the phrases without in a hurry.
When my skin will no longer breathe, the verses will fill it with life.
Many others will be giving me company; the anecdotes and moments with no melancholy.
When I will reach the destination, the journey will be penned down.
Every evening the sky will recite it to the tribe of town.
Prachi Sinha is an amateur writer and a Potterhead by heart. Her writings have been published in online magazines like Letters to Strangers, India. She has previously worked as a book reviewer with a publication house. Taking up a creative writing course in the future is on her wishlist. You can find her on Instagram @prachisinha.__