ananya pandey Poems

It all ended in darkness with not a mere tint of light
and to the murky darkness and to the awfull night
More you try to fear me
More you try to make it abysmall
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In over this hustle and bustle
we ain't got time to stare
to stare over the pretty things,
you know everything here glares.
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Deceitful it feels... and sometimes elated
winsome is it.? then why we feel hated?
when we have no truck with it still we want to carry the day,
its not always that easy, why everyone says?
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Teemed with a feeling... like never before,
it feels like sanguine everywhere.
she was so callous like she dont care,
when did it started getting her flared! !
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