By Atulyaa Vidushi
Pen was never a weapon until words were getting weak,
Pain, reality, negligence were at the peak;
Wrote thousands of page, tore them apart
Looked at those pieces, which carried the secrets of my heart
Never understanding oneself is a sign loss
Or should conclude a victory of hiding every time even from myself and made a winning toss
Never saying I found the true me, but found what my soul wants
But it's true too, the depth of seeing the sea of my thoughts, it still haunts….
By Atulyaa Vidushi
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