• sakshi_111 72w


    Palm ~ mystry
    It's in my mind
    That all insecurity lies
    My mind is my prison
    Of my own thoughts
    Connect the dots
    These anxious insecurities
    Are not just of me..
    But my ancestors
    They reproduced me
    I am a child
    They taught me
    Not to be wild?
    Inn this innocence lies innsecurity
    I have to keep it out
    For my purity
    It's still a mystery
    Why am I this way?
    May be my parents had it too
    To make me different, change and evolve
    In another day.