When I walked along the valley, I found broken flowers scattered all over. Insects, perched on their petals, were desperately trying to suck the sweet nectar. I wondered, 'Are we all not broken? And don't we have someone trying to suck the good out of our hurt souls?' Just like the broken flowers giving out whatever little nectar they have, I wish human beings to do the same. Perhaps the world would turn into a beautiful place to live in.
-Kavya Janani. U
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PoetryIf I would have compiled this poetry book post-2019, I'd have done it very differently. But, go ahead, give it a read. It's a collection of poems, quotes, and prose for you written in my early adulthood. ***** Hey readers, if you'd like to extend yo...
