Feels like my soul is lost
Amongst the versatile world
Fear of failure in my head
Pain of past can't cooperate
Got a very divine soul
Yet my obnoxious habits
Makes my heart cold
I crave for my voice to be heard
Peace soon shall be served
Trying to be sanguine as possible
But anxious days
Are making my mood horrible
Seeking for some calming words
To deeply seat in my wounds
Surrounded by melancholy
But being constructive should be the theme
Con-tempted to make progress
Trying to treat myself with grace
Is what I crave
What's the use of war
Whilst aren't we all belonging
to same graveyard
Feels like my dreams ain't gonna be fulfilled
But having hope is what's making me healed
I need an escape from this reality
So that I don't torture myself with brutality
-Aarya Thapa
