Friday

poem

April 16, 2021☘️ 1 min read

Suddenly my fingers don’t stick
And I’m holding onto the window ledge

Anxious to get my mortality to the safety, but I won’t until
I know for sure it can give a ride to the damned soul too

My sixth sense feels what must be reality’s shake
Should I let it all go in vain just for vanity’s sake?
After a hot minute, I ponder submitting to pain
It feels like I’m losing my superpowers once again


Ronak Baldha
He writes code, cooks food, and ruminates.