At loss of Words,
Guilt of Birth,
Flaws of Gender,
Burden of Dreams,
Craving of Smiles,
Bubble of Lies,
BUNCH OF QUESTIONS...
Why am I weak?
Why so sad?
Why a freak?
Why such a monster?
Why no friends?
Why so lonely?
But only one comes at the top,
The top which hides the bottom,
The shield that hides the flaws,
Only to deepen the wound of loss,
The one that shakes me to core,
At start and end too,
MY BUNCH OF QUESTIONS...
AM I A GOOD DAUGHTER THAT WILL EVER BE ENOUGH?
- Navdeep
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Ungrateful Mist
PoetryThis collection of mine has some unsaid words which I wish I could have said sooner...
