A lot of faces, a lot of minds,
a lot of souls and a lot of kinds.
She is insecure, unaware of her perfection.
The thing she fears the most is, rejection.
She doesn't know how she can light up the whole sky with just one glance of hers.
Like a new born baby, smiling brightly in the embrace of a nurse.
Her un-heard cries are getting dissolved in the dark of the night.
But still, she smiles like the sun shining bright.
The smile which holds an irreparable ache, yet it allures everyone.
The pain, mess inside of her
is known by none.
Doesn't she know?
That even the moon has got scars.
Doesn't she know?
That it's the end of the war.
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The Untold Stories.
Historia Corta// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
