By Neelisha Barfa
And maybe it's my cold heart
that wraps me in warmth
and maybe it's melting apart,
That kills me in all ways.
And maybe it's my petty wish
that keeps me in pain
and maybe it's coming true,
That kills me in all ways.
And maybe it's my vile end
that keeps me alive
and maybe it's starting soon,
That kills me in all ways.
And maybe it's my poetry
that keeps me sane
and maybe it's getting pale,
That kills me in all ways.
By Neelisha Barfa
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