Accidental Epiphanies

Others indulge in unwavering poetic symphonies, I get accidentally epiphanic.


Breadsticks

When life kicks hard and never asks,
Art hands out helmets and silly masks.
And when bills pile up like angry mail,
We doodle wings and possibly learn to sail.
If life’s a soup we did not choose,
Let art be the breadstick we dip and use.

- Neha Sharma


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