At some odd points of time,

It seems that our senses are not working fine.

We say the things that we never actually mean.

When we think of them, they sound very mean.


We regret, we cry, hurting ourselves

When those get directed to someone else,

Someone so dear, so close to our hearts

Yet our slip of mind and tongue tears us apart.


The functioning of our body seems absurd.

We don’t mean it even for a second

Yet the source of our choice of words

Becomes difficult to comprehend.



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