Black Butterflies - Poem by Lalkrishna Varavoor
Indeed i'm depressed;
like perfumes of winter.
But not because i leave here;
But the colours filled in the rainbows were fake
And the diamond dew turned to dusty fumes;
When i lament; 'the world hasn't recognized me'
The revelation that 'its me that failed to understand this world'
the ovary of my distressed words'
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