Why to care much about that world,
Who made you feel ashamed; at body you own,
Who let you to hide behind the bars,
Who forced you to veil your natural scars.
Why to care much about that world,
Who always find flaws in your choice,
Who never let you feel, positive your way,
Who drags you at last and made you stay.
Why to care much about that world,
Who drugged your thoughts and forced theirs,
Who never accepted; the reality you wear,
Who always complaints and hurt you dear.
The world who loves the plastic beauty,
Has forgotten the blessing of natural gifts,
These spacious hearts run out of space,
Patching thy soul 'n' loosing grace.
Leaning Tower of Pisa is beyond perfection,
Witnesses the power of odds and bizarre,
Picture perfect isn't a place,
Imperfection lies even in space.
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PoetryA collection of short poems framed to make you feel the core of it. Some are painted in the colours of present while other wear a cloak of nostalgia, some sparks the importance of self love while other triggers to be bold and fleek ♡ Happy reading! ...
