I remember all times I spent in my childhood
I recall I was simple, peaceful and really good
But now, everything had change, totally change
But the fault is not all mine, world is strange
It’s a place which i can never understand
People here make this place bad, not water not land
In early age I prayed that may this is end of dark nights
But now, I want to take revenge, thinking, why he fights
I got long list of sins, I wish to throw them in bin
I wish to blow my sins in bubbles and then pop with pin
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Blowing Bubbles (2014-16)
PoetryA collection of non-fiction poems... #47 in Non-Fiction #154 in Poetry