shweta khosla - Mm: (

How many times?
How many crimes?
Occur in this city

How many emotions?
How much devotion?
Still left in our kitty?

Will it ever show?
That reality the crow
Is very very ditty?

But you live everyday.
Suffer, be sad, be gay.
Pointless, little catty

There is no choice
I’ll still raise my voice,
It might seem batty

The only four letter word
Disgraceful in this world
Is a word called pity

shweta khosla

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