Every day I find the first rays of the sun
Beaming and reclining in my room
The utensils in my kitchen
Keep on rattling like Twitter intellectuals
The weather changes its temper
Like I swipe left on Tinder
My heart and mind squabble like a group chat on WhatsApp
The notification of memories keeps on buzzing
I fail to crop old pictures on the Instagram of my heart
So I add one filter after another to hide them from the crowd
Shilpa Roy (10.4.2022)
Beautifully written baa....love it❤️
Oh ! I can't be a critique. Pardon me. I can only be a lover of your poem. So beautifully composed.😌