Advertising - Poem by Shivangi Chaturvedi
It is excruciating
What is, is not enough.
It never is.
And when you reach moments of bliss,
You believe it is.
You believe perfection exists.
Like hail on a mid-summer afternoon,
Into a pool of disillusionment.
Drenching your skin with its stench.
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