The tradition of exchanging gifts started way back but is still a popular custom across the world. Gifts are transferred according to occasions and although it's a voluntary practice sometimes it also becomes a part of expected social behaviour.
--Today, write a poem or story about a special gift.--
Sometimes I regrets for my past Sometimes I feel exhausted Sometimes I am madly in love Neither I can go back and erase it Nor anyone will accept me for who I am In fear of judgements, I lose myself I have nothing own to address as mine
What am I? A path finder? Peeping from kaleidoscope of life's journey Hanging with yesterday's lies Hoping for tomorrow's burning candle Disturbed, depressed, discomfort or to discover Fear of body shaming, fear of critical comments I lose myself in search of refined archetype
Illuminated thoughts, twilight, under the cosmos Feels like box with minute, malefic witch Distracted from the aims of my birth, my existence Goodbyes to sincerity and great affection Living outside a real life Deeper the lines, carries abundance of failures A lie to self is always a betrayal to ownself