HELPLESS

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HELPLESS

The demons of my world
look like me and talk like me!
it is depressing to realize
that I don't have have anything to say otherwise!

sometimes I see an angel among us,
most times I see   demons!
It is confusing and tiring
when you are not ready to believe the lie!

most days I feel helpless
with the ruins that we leave,
It is so scary when our-
eyes turn green with greed!

I look like them, I walk like them
I feel guilty for being one of them!
Cause we are the elite being
who forgot we don't know that much!

I care too much, Its my curse
I am sleepless with my aching heart!
well, this is the human world,
we never let things heal!

The demons in this world
look like me ,talk like me
And I don't have anything to prove otherwise
The demons I fear are my own kind!
SAANIKA S LAL


[ heloooi! welcome back ! yesterday I did an experiment which failed miserably!!😂 I didn't share my post link in my insta and whatsapp to see if anybody cared! And nobody did!😂😂 soo that was fun!!(nja thalarilla raman kutty!!)
  
HUMANS! well we are a very interesting and confusing topic cause we are soo unpredictable! sometimes we surprise ourselves and sometimes I wish we never existed! this poem was wrote on such an occasion! And this poem resonate with me most of the time cause humanity fail me quite often! and when I am about to give up a beautiful hooman appears to restore my faith! 
but till all the demons are gone from us I will forever wish we were never existed!]

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