Raw poetry:- 12/31
How we are never aware of these little sufferings of life?
How we are never sure of the fact, when change will counteract on us?
I mean it’s all an illusion.
Maybe no one said us or maybe we never wanted to.
If we were made aware of these small little doses of reality, we sure would have led a life full of transparency with less negativity.
Poetry month:- Day21