Zoetrope

<p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Poetry is said to be the first form of literature. It unfolds feelings </span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>with a brief expression of words. I am presenting this Zoetrope to </span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>the readers in the interest of sharing my ardent feelings and vision </span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>when I traverse my surroundings. The scenario may be common </span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>but the vision differs and the pen inscribe it as on a stone tablet </span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>which will reincarnate when a reader touches it. </span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>All these poems are soliloquies when I close all windows to the </span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>outside world and open the door to my own shore. Mind is free to </span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>tread anywhere in seconds on a flying horse or magic carpet. There </span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I am the princess me the child adolescent crazy lover mother</span></p>