These eyes...
Defeated by the bars of the society,
Those shortsighted eyes look for the blank space
on which they can rest their sight.
The people munching on our dreams
And sipping our tears
Don't know much of the world we live in!
Sometimes those eyes do need a hit
To see where they started and for what.
Maybe the doors of luck are shut now
But will they be forever?
How can those eyes know
Who have only seen themselves from other eyes.
What are these eyes lookin' for ?
Reliability...? Nah
Relatability...? Maybe
Reassurance...? Yes
Those old papers still soak tears and preserve them for a zillion years.
Gonna carve the untold stories on those wet papers
Hoping it won't tear apart,
Until the worse scenarios depart,
Hoping that they will be read by only her,
Until someone worthy enough reads her.
- YATIKA JENA
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