High spirited trips on finger tips
eloquence drooling on fragile lips
the velvet blood within our veins
stitch the dark mask amongst our reigns
self-destructiveness, no one sees
hearts and mind, we numbingly seize
negligible efforts and common minds
lack of humour, and absconding true kinds
humanity is a doom
progresses abstain from bloom
so come and go, as you may
life is nothing, and our spirits sway
survival be manually constructed,
we fear potential, and breathe- self-obstructed
break through the shackles of consciousness
the ancestors await spirits' iridescence.
-Aditi Shetty
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