my heart often tosses me outi skirt its findings,disapproval
nagging alike
i know
a stream of traumatic lows
somewhere hidden
corners of the interiors
remotely manoevred by hazy equations
i pacify
equate the live
find too little success
at the end
i manufacture the success
my stupid brain
it never keeps far behind
at my incompetence
tells the truth
i always avoid to listen
i wonder
at the old adage
who is more sincere
and why
source inspire: shipra vashisht, amitabh bachan, mallika sherawat, pu chd
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