ShaMe

I call it my own country
but I feel ashamed
so much of stress
so much of pain
people pleading for food
no income, no gain
tumultuous and torturous
policies are unfair game
only home I thought it ought
where young grow not to bow
but to feel safe and cherish with pride
in their country without any doubt

every single cell one cares not
only the grown body on display
wearing shiny armor as defense
the hues and cries die in ashtray

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

*When I hear stories from rickshaw pullers or road side tea sellers. I can feel their pain. Leaders when will the condition of this country be better?

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Angry Me (Re-Post)

If I was angry, your kiss would have solved the purpose.

If I was angry, your hug would have calmed me.

If I was angry, you could have shared a chocolate.

If I was angry, you could have hold my hand.

If I was angry, you could have made me to smile with your jokes.

You have nothing for me.

This is me alone thinking, what changed you.

Now I am tired.

Peace, please.

by
Kritika

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Actual You (Re-Post)

The nights are heavy, I know.

A sudden attack of loneliness.

A need to intertwine with another physical being.

Longing…

The mornings are light.

Burden of loneliness vanishes.

You are your true self.

Bright as the sun, fresh as the flowers.

This is the actual ‘You’.

Fuck off* the heavy nights.

And focus on sleeping tight. (Edited)

by
Kritika

*I used to be direct in my writing a year and a half ago.

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