The arch was little crooked,
The colors were dull,
Others called it delusion
Rain too denied
Existence was meaningless
For no reason, I was booked
They gave me several Gag names
No respect, No Pride
Daunted when I looked
Up to that clear sky
I know I am hooked
And it’s not an illusion
My freedom isn’t mooched
Rainbow is lucid, no more confusion.
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Kirtika is an analyst working in Impact Investment Domain. She believes in minimalism and simple living - "Simplism" is what she calls it, and propagates the same through her novice writing.
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