this city scared me

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this city scared me ;

when i dicthed the hands 
which once fed me mercifully, 

when i found walls of my home
encroaching me by all grit and grace, 

when i couldn't see colour into his eyes 
but saw the tears i embedded into, 

when i felt I'm so unable in love 
ridiculing his woes and weals in life, 

when i felt criminalizing his passion 
and bridged my poetry to kill him. 

this city scared me. 

- chetna 🌻






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