Karnika Chauhan
Waiting to find your words corrupt,
even before they are fully out.
As they sound like a friend,
who left
without saying goodbye.
Hate or love,
Assurance or doubt,
What other people say,
Has nothing to do with you.
A bag of toys, no longer of use,
some would understand,
some would misconstrue,
What other people say,
Has nothing to do with you.
Go write your verse,
carve your own,
labels, judgement, stigma
Why is prejudice my identity?
So stop to Give a good look
and a smile,
You may relieve a grieving heart,
If not,
Then You did the best
you tried.
Farewell to the regrets,
even if it was a mistake,
or a curled question mark,
You would be glad,
to turn away and not look,
to go on, in delight
opinions are a parasite.