Flaw And Beautiful Poem by Randhir kaur

There is something wrong
That I know it well,
Its okay if you tell me that,
What hurts you, let it not hurt.
When I am here then a throw a burst.
You have a regret that is deep,
Years are passing but still you keep,
Untouched, inaudible and incredibly covered.
You are beautiful to know,
But I am sorry you are a puppets show.
If they are hurt, you are sad,
If they yell, you are mad.
Then tell me how you're bad?
They don't know you my dear,
You are a fearless fear.
How beautifully you let them murder,
Your art is treacherous, my lover.
That kills them but with love and care,
So poetry loves things which are rare,
Untouched, inaudible and incredibly covered.