Oh my lovely familiar pain
You've found me once againIt's been a while
In a long time
I've felt so vileIt's said overtime you get numb
I ask them what proof do you have
The never ending misery
The lifeless toil
There is no numbing
It pains the same everytimeThe drained eyes
The expressionless face
It's all the same
Yet afresh each timeThe hate that darkens me to the core
The rage that blinds me to the soul
At last becomes tearstained cheeks and torn lips
I find myself walking on tipsI was shaking on the inside
I searched for shelter ,
There were none
It's only when I realisedIn the world of faults
We're all wanderers
Different paths to roam
But...in the end of the day
when the night dwells
There is no home_Narayani
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It's pretty even to hate
PoetryWhat is the purest feeling in the world? Hate ...... How doubtless it feels Sheer and pure But have you felt it pretty ? You now will....