I feel like unmasking the authencity of humankind,
as no one can trace the scars of an injured soul.
My heart mourns in pain,
as the thoughts dribble like leaves of lotus resting with water drops.
No one has the emotions of a heartening memory,
my spirit squeals the inefficacy of my misery.
I sit with great distress
which passed over with the span of time, in rain and sun.
This moment I wish could vanish
like smog as a piece of sky.
Square up with barbarous behaviour seeking stars,
this moment appears to be the longest ever of full moon covered with stars all around.
Just that the thoughts can never change the dilemma you came late,
the darkness that echoes aloud and confess the purity of the burning soul
that has been left in my heart for years.
Mehak Gupta Grover