With a heavy heart,

She feels self-disgust…

Having been in love with the self since birth,

Suddenly the self-hate arises of nowhere….

Loving the ones with all of her heart,

She merely knew its words that mattered more than actions…

Angry at thyself,

She feels so less…

The tone of her voice,

Drags her in the category for self-hate…

For this mere trait of hers,

Dims all her shine…

Follower of Maa Durga (God),

She often talks to her…

Having requested her for time and again,

Pleading to lower her vocal cord,

She loses one more time,

For God can’t make her perfect…

Losing the I,

She is crying inside…

For she is failing,

Failing at something not really in her hand…



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