Feels Poem by Simran Thakur

She feels high, she feels low
Most of the times Monroe
and her heart beats slow.

Cold like the biting wind,
She thinks she's more sinned
People are always ready to grin.

Too many thoughts to sleep,
Inside her head there's a heap
That heap of thoughts makes her weep.

She wasn't like this,
At the moment everything she resists
Now, don't tell her that you miss the old Miss.

You conjecture!
Giving lecture!
Have you any idea, how much it affects her?

How much you are going to expect?
What if she'll also inject?
Why don't you change the narrative from expect to accept?

What do you think of her?
How much she'll suffer?
For how long she'll act as a buffer?

You are there to impose,
She wishes time to froze
Her heartbeat slows.

Anxiety hits different,
Do you think this situation is current?
Environment has always been belligerent.

There's no one to blame for,
If you won't expect more
Its really tough to ignore.

But still, Ignorance is bliss,
She reminisce,
the old Miss.