I wish to be rescued from,
the horrors of pain.
I wish to be relieved from,
the frightening medicines.
I wish to be dead from,
the endless fear of death.
I wish to be dead from,
the painful horrors of life.
Reshma L R✍️For more insights 🧐"mynewblogspotrk.blogspot.com" & Poetry collections : "Unstrung Notes", "Elysian Florets", "Wonder Meal", "Ormakal"
They said — “Be quiet, be sweet, obey.” But my heart was not made to decay. They said — “Customs are truth, don’t ask why.” But I saw logic ...
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