Petrichor — A Poem

I walked out in the open to breathe in the petrichor.
I lost my sense of smell when baarish became घनघोर.

Was it corona? I wondered, as I shivered to the core.
I waited for the rain to end soon, but got pretty bored.

My glasses became foggy & I got completely poured.
Throwing shitty poetry aside, I ran towards the door.

My house was ransacked. There must have been a चोर.
Who stole my imagination while I smelled the petrichor.

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SORRY doesn't mean

"Hurt - Ask forgiveness - Repeat"

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Ohh thy world!
I was made up of flaws,
Trapped in this hypocrite world's claws.
Fighting every day for what I was,
Was making my dignity always abash.
Was searching for that ray of light,
Which can give world a new sight.
Accepting someone with their flaws,
Is not against anyone's class..!!

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the flaws I carry.
I'm a human being though, not a fairy.

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अक्सर जिस पर आप आंखें बंद करके भरोसा करते हो
वही आपकी आंखें खोलता है।

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हां, कुछ कम और कुछ ज्यादा
लेकिन कमीने सभी होते हैं...!!

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What would be the favourite lyrics of the Visually impaired people -


Mera Jhumka gira re Braille ke bazar me... 🎶

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I'm not sorry, yet I feel sorry for not being sorry.

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जितना हम दूसरों में गलती निकालते हैं
अगर खुद के अंदर झांके तो गलती खुद में भी मिलेगी।

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Do I need to say sorry for all the mistakes committed by you..??
Do I need to apologise for the conditional part put forward by you..??
Do I need to compromise again to sustain in this mess..??
Do I need to sacrifice my happiness for the sake of yours..??

But how long it will work..????

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