I'm not talking about the weird thing with the folds,
I'm referring to the voice inside our head.
It doesn't leave our tail for our entire life,
I don't think it leaves even when we're dead.
It tells us what to do next,
Usually what we like utmost.
We mostly get into brewing some trouble,
And end up like a burnt toast.
It goes blank sometimes,
Actually when we need it more than anything,
If we choose to feed the right wolf, then it's okay,
The wrong decision tangles us in the roughest string.
It's a complex thing to understand,
Only few people have achieved that feat,
I just consider it as my companion,
A supernatural entity enclosed in meat.
-SRIMANTH
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Bits of Life
PoetryThis a collection of poems , I, L.Srimanth recited. They deal with emotions, occasions and minor things in our life that we often over look and also major stuff that everyone is aware of.. let's take a look at them...
