Wander
Maybe
I was meant to wander,
To seek comfort in corners,
To find beauty in edges,
To find happiness in pieces,
To find blessings,
In other's left over.
Maybe
I was meant to be something,
An eye of a storm,
Where you seek solace,
When it is tough.
But you never wish,
While enjoying summer time,
A shadow where you hide,
When the sun is high.
When the night has come,
A glass full of water,
or I'm not enough,
To quench your thirst.
Maybe
I was meant to be nothing,
In a world that offers everything.
- Pranavi Darsi

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