Poetry

A Personal Dairy

A red skinned with
Blue blood in it, A Dairy.
All took her as personal
Ready to read and write
Anytime and every time.
But She knew all were
Curious to know what’s written,
But nobody bothered
To understand her.
Of course, she was read
Like a Story,
But not a beautiful Poetry.
It’s all about a Reader
She waits to understand her.

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