Mess - Poem by Abir Sinha
I am messed up, she said..
Shoving him away.
Not letting out the despondency that had engulfed her for so many days.
The sorrow that she hid long from the entire world,
Putting up the bravest face she could, to her family and friends.
Her soul intertwined with the forlornness.
With questions looming large in her murky thoughts,
Her heart numb in the cold frost,
The destinesia had made her feel lost.
I am messed up, she said in pain! !
With his arms spread wide, the boy shouted in disdain...
'Glad to be messed up again.'
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