on this planet everyone is same
this thought makes me wonder whom I should blame
people say to move on
how am I supposed to do that
because my soul is gone
every time they make a comment
you should learn self-defense
it's all your fault
a slut, this is what I was called
the girls are following western culture
but how it can make you worse than the Lucifer
if I am silent the world blames
if I say, the world shames
this crowd is a ruthless speaker
they didn't even respect the dead body of Julius Caesar
I wish I could forget that time
when he was touching me and I was blank
that deep fear became my friend
I lost myself and she never came back
why are we taught to be within our limits
why our culprits are free after their deeds
it's not just an incident
it's a burning scar
when death will approach me, I will cry
I will complain to god
Earth is not a place to dwell
it's a living hell
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Thoughts Of Mine
PoetryCreativity has no boundaries, its a way to express yourself, what you create is a part of being the original you. I believe art and talent are beyond any rules and regulations, my poems are not perfect, they definitely lack some aspects but i adore...
