Accidental Epiphanies

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

Dandelion

A dandelion cracked through the stone,
No garden, no gardener, grown alone.
It didn’t wait for spring,
just did its small thing.
That’s hope, finding home on its own.

- Neha Sharma
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Neha Sharma

Who am I? An earnest listener. An eternal learner. An avid reader. An embryonic writer. An absolute philotherian. An enthusiastic logophile and an amalgamation of romantic and realist.

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