Reincarnation

He used a sharp steel
To prick and peel my skin
As if I committed some sin
If only I could squeal.

Why am I being cut asunder?
Is it my fault, I wonder!
I had no choice
But to surrender.

To be born again
I needed to die
Sigh! If only I could deny
But I had to bid goodbye.

I was the apple of his eye
Yet he chose me for the pie
’twas my destiny
Thus, I could not defy.

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Moumita Dutta

Moumita, is a service sector professional and a Glossophile who dedicates her leisure time in learning foreign languages. She writes to learn, to convey and to hear her own thoughts speak. For her, a blank page is both a mirror and a stage. She says, “Writing is my favourite expression. It’s my way to capture my wandering thoughts that help me write some sweet nothings.I keep the known alive and give life to the unknown, through my writings.”