OR
I used to like people, their love, and their hugs.
I used to like meeting friends ups.
Explaining how, when, and why, I'd try
I think I tried too much to be understood.
Lost in the pursuit, where clarity once stood.
I prefer cats now because they don't talk.
I prefer silence now because they don't shout.
It's peaceful on the ground when no one is around.
I prefer nights now because they are calm.
No ruush, no hustle, no morning alarm.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My poem ends here
i don't know why they asked me to write 100 words. when I like it short.
You will find me where the grasses are greener - pourel.
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Srivats_1811 on 08 Feb 2024
Duly noted. Short and sweet often packs a punch. Till then, let's make every word count!
Udeeta Borpujari on 08 Feb 2024
Very deep and relatable...