Kashish Gupta Biography

The darkness, the night of remorse.
Emptiness Insofar, the broken heart.
Memories and the repentance, knocking the door.
The helplessness, infirmity, this tiredness though.
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Under the burden of society, her growth retarded.
A fragile soul molded into a statuette of despair.
Unable to express, paralyzed by fear.
Blown by pain, stabbed by terror.
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From standing apart to sitting together.
That first move to communicate, a strong endeavour.
Neither accounting acceptance nor considering rejection.
That obnoxious comprehension walked away now.
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Dead in my mind, Halo over my head.
This everlasting pain, I myself bred.
Driving my expectations, anxiety being stoplight.
Exaggerated thoughts, vivid and effectively bright.
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