- Eye bags on my face,
hairs in a messy bun
and the same dirty tee.
I look in the mirror and see someone else.
This is not me
I hear myself saying.
What am I then;
If not this stubborn mess?
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
This simple, complicated life.
कविताA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.
Stubborn mess.
- Eye bags on my face,
hairs in a messy bun
and the same dirty tee.
I look in the mirror and see someone else.
This is not me
I hear myself saying.
What am I then;
If not this stubborn mess?