by Rohit Kumar. GSI
there is a whisper in the air,
from my feelings which got despaired,
and I keep my ears closed from inside,
leading my brain to get damaged.
love, care, affection all I got and gave,
to a person still unknown to me,
but in that way I'm learning myself,
that truth is not what everytime you see.
there is a prison of bondage and feelings,
pulling me everytime backwards,
So I wish for a death that glorifies my soul,
and doesn't add me to the league of cowards.

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