Posted in Life, Musings, Poetry

Slashing our upper storeys,

with sarcastically formulated words.

Feeding on our insecurities,

like ravenously hungry beasts.

Hauling us down,

to snip off our shanks.

Shutting our mouths,

and striving to slit our throats.

Between hating our guts,

and destroying their own time,

they end up nowhere.

-Palak Arora

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Mountains coached me to write.

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