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Beliefs

Nov 3, 2022
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By Surya Narayanan R


Days turn into months

Months into years.

Our lives ran out

While we counted in fear.


Death? I call that a relief.

Relax. I’m not suicidal, yet.

All I see are stupid beliefs

Rotting into regrets.





Built on stereotypes.

A society, what we call.

Amounts to nothing if it can’t

Break some walls.


Life was always

Destined to form.

Should’ve stopped sooner

Before it turned human.

A worst transform.


Whatever the shape

My next life may take.

Don’t give me six senses.

Or I’d rather not wake.


By Surya Narayanan R




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