Poems by Pooja Sharma

Make believe

a poem by Pooja Sharma

We knew not who we were
Our parents told us who we are
Never did we ask where we are headed
But ran with friends so far
If blindness was a virtue, marriage would take the cake
As every bride bids a tearful adieu when she crosses her fathers gate
A child can smile, wash away your blues
The clock doesn’t turn back time but memories stay
We live in a world of make believe
So till you live make hay