Everyone drains their day in a diary so do I. But I even love to express my thoughts in the form of poetry, so how it would be if both are combined...?
Why, with crowds, my feet get cold? Unlike the rest, who go so bold. Like the outgoing soul, I tried to mould, But the inner me can never let it hold. Is there a market where anxiety is sold? Or, like a paper, can it get fold? A million times for this I'm scold. Again and again, to myself I told, Giggles and barbs, everytime ignored. Am I the only gossiped and trolled? Why, in every situation, I'm controlled? Will this era ever change or remain the old?
prachi
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