I gaze at the sky,
illuminated in colours and smoke,
my eyes gleam with amusement,
but the night of light is dark to some,
hands coated with death,
eyes filled with plea,
the burns of the innocent hands,
is what we relish,
heavens fill with mirth and distress,
as the little ones choke to the eternal end,
I gawk at its allure,
while they find peace in their afterlife…
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Are you planning on bursting crackers this Diwali?
Think twice..
You are indirectly involved in promoting child labour,
Also pollution, asthma, accidents... Just for a moment of mirth!
I believe my moment of happiness is nothing compared to someone's life..
I stopped bursting crackers ever since I was in fifth grade..
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Amateur poems
Poetry'I walk alone with bruises and scars, some over my body and some inside of me' TRIGGER ALERT!! Do not read if you get easily disturbed with topics like racism, rape, depression, sucide and death.. *Winner of Equestrian awards!! *2nd place in the BLO...
