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written by: Ishita Sharma
Fell to know the art of balance,
Learnt the art of betrayal
Dealt with it to realize sophistication and mundaneness.
Cried many times
Just to find brave me,
I have been harsh and rough
To hide my weaknesses and sophistications,
Felt pain of shattering relations
Shrunken my emotions to scratch
Learnt that regaining shattered relations
Cannot alter the pain and trust.
Adopted a mask-
Static smile and expressive,
To sustain and evolve;
To join the creed of ships.
There are many more
To come and let go
Moving in the herd, in the rain, in the dark.