sindhuja setti

Rookie (2-12-1994 / hyderabad)

The Pretending Souls

the meanest blows of evry flower,
gave me a very thought too low for tears,
too short for fears,
deep mysterious thoughts lie in my mind,
makin me feel dumb n blind,
makin me obvious tht im haughty,
how to defend n oppose myself?
wind of thoughts is blowin like storms,
thunder shivers due t my thoughts makin me warm,

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