I used to wonder why people stayed awake,
Maybe their burden of sins weigh too much,
With every extra candle each year on the birthday cake,
Stories written with fresh regrets about hearts they once touched,
Lies are easy to digest ,
and truths difficult to speak,
Some promises are to be kept,
Something concrete in this world so bleak,
Only if people knew what words mean,
They would be more kind than they have ever been,
How words could cut deep and also make you smile,
How it could heal wounds and travel through miles,
Everyone is strong outside but we all are very fragile,
Everyone has a heart to pour and tears to weep,
People have their own bibles,
And battles which sometimes leave them hollow and sometimes complete.
aishwarya :)
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