Her Friend Named Imagination

A mind that holds no pain
No prolonged grief
From having been wronged.
A heart that beats hard
From joys inexplicable
But uncomplicated.
A tongue that twists
To bring to life an idea
Naive yet profound.
Little hands that give
Tangibility to vivid dreams.
Unappreciated, unacknowledged.
Feet that cross dimensions
With nothing but the mind
Unconsciously escaping reality.
We are her, she is us.
She will soon forget,
As did we.
About The Poet
Vithika Mohapatra (MCM DAV College 36)

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