By Shruthi Kodanchery
A word to say, a thousand to think,
Blurry eyes say none.
Feet that once swept away,
now curl up, refusing to sway.
Tears,
that once carried emotions of love,
now roll in regression.
A mind so numb to think,
a heart so heavy to feel.
A dream yesterday,
feels a reality done cherishing.
Best or worst,
as we make it.
Now remains a choice—
either to stay or leave.
By Shruthi Kodanchery
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