It is a promise, less than a truth;
It is a year, less than a moment.
Abruptly goes away, takes away few possibilities;
Needs are crying, content is the one –
Who knows words for only words.
Hypocrite chants carol of sceptre,
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I was but a bud
In your womb Oh Mother
Yet to spread my wings
The queen of your heart
A journey, a life yet to start
I was called out names
My wings ripped apart
Leaving me bloodied
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When you know it’s the feel that you can’t fight.
Possessions of yours are never right.
You express your appreciation but
Does anyone ever realise?
Fatal series of your silent voice.
Neither a restart nor a caring heart.
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