ON STORIES AND FABLES

( Another poem written by me while thinking about the amount of stories I have been constantly feeding myself with since childhood.Here it goes.)

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She knew of stories from East and West;
of fables and those tales from the past,
of fairies and goblins and
ghosts that come to haunt one from their past.

She knew these stories, she knew them well.
Wrapped them neatly, held them tight.
Safe from the mornings
and the dead of night.

Insane you would call her,
or one would tell.
But she was wise, she knew
one day she would have kids
and a million stories to tell.

--Joyeeta