Art of breathing | Poetry Monday

Hey hey!

Sharing with you few scribbles from my diary.

Art of breathing

Why do people die.
Why do we give breathing much power
Than it deserves.

The day grandpa’s world ended,
They came running, crying
And simply whispered
“He stopped breathing”.

What if we could live without breathing.
What if.

–Sekulu Nyekha

Gigantic love sealed with prayers,

Seku

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