Villains—
behind their
vices is love
that fuels their
motives
for if not,
who else
will heroes
take up
arms against?
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
कविताI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
