Tattooed 

The day I was born was a mark

To show the world I’m here

Flower filled willows did embark

Their shiniest presence there.

To grow up and grow tall

In sweet symphony each year

With growing strong and taking a fall

Stamped pages do appear.

Falling in and out of love at times

Was a sign of quality being

Unintended for emotional crimes

Shadowed the mighty foreseeing.

Travel and wanderlust brings a smile

The need to explore is huge

Imprinting the heart in a friendly style

From Malgudi Days to Uncle Scrooge.

A warrior is in the making

Amongst the gushing force of water

Success is out for the taking

Aiming at the claps clatter.

Having a family of my own

Is what everyone looks upon

But the timelines are unknown

Smudged days going on.

The life I have is my canvas

I use every nook and corner

With strange bright colours of madness

I’m tattooed in every quarter.

-Adelene Coelho

About Adelene Dsilvahttps://adelenecoelho.wordpress.comIf you are in love with a writer, You will always live in their words.

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