When you learnt everything ever materialised,
Turns to be all staged,
When all the warmth,
Becomes the ground of achage,
When the abode of endearment,
Now is same as a cage,
When the succession of agony,
Doesn't fade away,
Beats me!
How actions, blemish lesser than,
These unjust words of rage.
-Aadya Singh
Aadya Pens 