Happy self love Poems
Choice
by Shree Nabhan
I did not craft this vessel—
a boy, born beneath broken ceilings,
in the dim-lit corners of a world that looks away.
I did not petition for poverty
or sign the sky for the color of my skin.
No request passed through my lips
for this body—broad, bruised, and burdened,
nor for a face the world calls forgettable.
But—
......
Choice
by Shree Nabhan
I did not craft this vessel—
a boy, born beneath broken ceilings,
in the dim-lit corners of a world that looks away.
I did not petition for poverty
or sign the sky for the color of my skin.
No request passed through my lips
for this body—broad, bruised, and burdened,
nor for a face the world calls forgettable.
But—
......
