The Gnome


Like a gnome she guarded her emotions,
Keeping it buried deep under,
Away from the gaze of any prying eyes.

And waited from time immortal,
Searching for someone,
In some subconscious way,
Who could understand her,
And could hold her subliminal fears,
In his tight fold,
And drift her off,
Away from her entangled world.

Copyright Β© Shantanu Baruah

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