They say, Girl all your poems are the same, I took a closer look and realised They are correct, The words are different But the contexts are usually the same But what can I do If I see this world in shades of pain and heartbreak.
They say, Girl, all you write about is love A few seconds of introspection and I realised They are correct But what can I say If the only emotions I have felt Is love and its absence
They say Girl, all your wishes are about things so little and ordinary A deeper look into my dreams And I realised They are right But what can I say If all I long is to go back To those simpler, childhood days
They ask, Girl, why do you feel so strongly A look at my wounds and I see they are right But what can I say? If I was born With an enormous need To be loved And give it away
They ask Girl why do you fret over The endings so much On an encounter with my lover, I felt they are correct Well, what can I say If the iti in my name means end And that tells all the story by itself
My poems have been getting lots of criticism lately