Seen people with black,
With the immense burden
Seen people with red,
Favored by God
Some with broken,
Felt like trains with no stop
Some with knots,
Trying their hardest for the last time

Why should I carry this curse disguised under boon?
Maybe that’s the fate
Those, who are unaware,
Their eyes full of hope
Why should I see the threads which are not mine?
That’s not my fate,
Yes, I am aware
But, hope is unreal with an empty finger....


( Summary:- This poem is about someone who can see those invisible threads , can feel the pain of the altered ones. But, the main agony is, the thread which will lead her to her soulmate is not even there , absent in other word.)


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