We may live in a world that's broken
Thank god! Atleast not an illusion
Like yours where people at faking are well to do
Pretend to claim standing by you
Vanish the moment you ask them to
Where shattered pieces crumble to dust surrounded with broken things
But our world give the nerve to fly with broken wings
Will mend with time,for real to be called mine
Where you yourself are broken,play a fake smile saying I'm fine
How ironic can't express what you feel
We wish may your bubble never bursts so you stay concealed
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Call Me A Feminista
PoetryTo every woman I know and don't. Few words of empowerment for everyone,you, me, my poetic mistress Daydream and women, of course. We are all feminists in one way or the other. So I tried to put it up with the words I could. Also, representing a voic...
