Divya Sharma

You Can’t.

Flowers


Her plights are known to me,
But my hands are stitched in restrictions.
Wish to make things flying for her,
But my spirit is tamed by the unnamed.
I wish to be there for her through every layer of life,
But the universe works in a different dimension.
A dimension that is invisible and untouchable.
Sometimes, you want to,
But you simply can’t.

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