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The Crime

The Crime

I stood there, in the rain, With bloodied hands and heart filled with pain. I stood still, as I couldn’t run away For what I did, I had to pay.

Sleep

Sleep

After having walked all day, The surveyors note reads: Ridge roads are mirrors This is a stone age, not the awakening

Being Woman

Being Woman

“Being a woman is the best thing happened to me.” She said counting her last breaths. Flashbacked the scenes of being looked down, The feeling being treated as material, Where the other gender ruled freedom. Childhood was just a word;...

Daylight Dies

Daylight Dies

The creeping silence makes its way Amidst the drifting fog. The bright crimson skies Fade away for the oncoming shades of grey. As daylight dies Darkness makes it way Among looming shadows. Engulfing everything on it’s path In everlasting monochromatic...

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