Broken Pieces of Anger
What an irony it is
That we tend to love and help others
But when it comes to ours
We leave them in a restless position
Engulfed in ego and in anger
The first priority comes to those who are made up of the same blood
But we are tied in jealousy, knowing the true identity, weaknesses and stupidity
Despite having a love inside
We can't show rather go against the natural tendency
So much of pain when it comes to the similar blood that runs into our veins coming from the same roots
Though we share same cultures and identities, despite growing, wandering, knowing and fighting under the same roofs
But when it comes to help, we are somewhat blinded to ours and open to others
And other sees us as humble, genuine and gentle
But in reality we are broken pieces of anger piercing the sharpness leaving the darkness to engulf the harsh words that were never thought but works unapologetically in rectangle
Oh we are so soft to the person we have never known in person
And sadistic to those whom we were to live with but having difficulty in acknowledging it
The reality is somewhat like seen while stirring the water
And the shallowness is something we enjoy ignoring the deep where the life needed the essentials to survive and thrive but it's messed altogether
By Moin Uddin
From: Nepal
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