Words of fire

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


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