I’ve been snorting violence for too long, and now my breath seems to be a curse to mankind.
Each word that doesn’t define war is a victory for you and me.
The pain that has been excruciating was deciphered to be a cry from barren, barren ripped emotions.
What if people get used to losses?
And what are they losing to, life or death?
No, I won’t delineate now, I’ll stop here.
People are leaving, I shall take the last glance at them.
I’ll come back when I reach peace, if only I’m able to.
Burying after death is a ritual, but death before death??
“Each word that doesn’t define war is a victory” this is a beautifully Thoughts written by Fahima Nahid
