Poetry
The Epitome of Life
A result of migraine feelings
Life bids in the memorial enigma, the one that possesses- unidentifiable, enigmatic, colourful memories that can’t be dreamt with open eyes, only because… difficulties are The Epitome of Life.
That epitome which is built, built with doors of misery and windows of joy. Unfit to latch together- only to individually unlatch, immersing in the colours… unable to fathom.
One and only The Epitome of Life… Is it an enigma, or it’s a memory, or is it a new colour… that is still to be felt?
©️Geetika Sethi, November 2020
