Prisoner

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Gravity is pulling the shoulders
Heaviness is retarding the movements
Vexation is not the real case
Current situation is a difficult maze

Been clambering with all my might
Optimism will soon be out of sight
Monotonous non-adventurous life
Fatuous feeling, nothing to beguile

The hanged clothes live in desert
Perfume talks no more about love
Street and Food are now just words
Writing them down because it hurts

Travel and Food and Clothes
Engulfs a body with confidence
Changes are important for a human life
Till when shall we live in this prison?

by
Kritika
https://www.instagram.com/undressedthought

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Pearl

Silence silently crept
unknowingly wrapped her soul
like the sea shell, strong
protecting the only pearl

Outrageous people with acidic tone
her dauntless face repelled
Focus accompanied at every step
the damsel turned all stones

The collected shards on the journey
her courage turned them all into gold
Penned them all in an autobiography
of which millions of copies were sold

by
Kritika

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Baby Winter

the baby winter peeks with miracles
of mists and snow while the autumn unfolds
hugging the paths with its warmth
leaves of passionate colours spread
on which the lovers sing and dance
and the baby winter throws a snow ball
for them to play and rekindle their childhood
the thread tying them becoming strong

by
Kritika
https://www.instagram.com/undressedthought

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