Sick Love

A deep quag resides within me

Threatening to swallow my soul

With each breath, with each beat

The sight next day takes a deep toll

They write, they render, they talk

You wish, you treat, you perform

A privilege for those who only can hawk

Profit for who say they just inform

Weapon of romance for the feeble

Lethal against the hearts of the broken

To heal, to cure or to mend is dull

To act, to fake, to lie is the norm.


Author: Shriya Simran Pradhan

Editor: Vyomini Kapse


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