Rohit Sapra - It Feels

Now it feels like my poetry is of no use
Nobody reads it
Nobody likes me
Hate, only hate is here for me
No love is here for me
Pure hate is here for me
I have been rejected, forever alone I have to be
Die alone, I will
Yes, that will be my fate.

Rohit Sapra

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