When people called your name
And you think are you the same
Or the monsters in your head are playing the game
Still there is left some smile in my face
And the exhaustion in my eyes
As I speak to myself
Oh I'm a human
What an Irony to be troubled by my own sense
I would have been an animal with peace
I wouldn't stare at the void atleast.
All the intelligence and glory
Shall fall to ground and become another story
Where is my mind?
Where is my friend?
Hidden in the poems carrying the burdened,
For the poem can never end...
-Karun
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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