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A Poem On A Name

I've been coming across this line from Anne Michaels' poem on my Pinterest and on Twitter lately that goes:


"A name is the shortest poem"


And I thought that's such a beautiful thought.

A poem that starts with someone's name and ends at that too,

Too romantic,

Too poetic,

Too cute.


And just minutes ago I read this tweet that asked,

"What's the most beautiful name you've ever heard?"

And I instantly thought of my own name,


Gurdit.


And I think that's such a beautiful poem.

As a Gen Z person would say,

It's giving very Geet vibe,

Very "Mai Apni Favourite Hoon" vibe,

And where's the lie?




 
 
 

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