The Sour Curd

Memories started running wildBody transformed to a childFearful, afraid, in its cocoon stillUnhappily working on others will Speechless to every human around‘Zero excuses, mistakes none to be found’Responsible like an adult would sound‘Yes’ carried a meaning profound Religiously followed society rulesNever questioned, stood like fools Always being compared to others  Did silence bothered these butchers? Killing dreams with vindictive wordsThe young carefully […]

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