I am known worldwide
When People pray for my peace
When People cry on my body devoid of dreams
Candles come out
Only on the night, I die
But when I was numb and jittery
I dialed all of you so many times
People come when you don’t need them anymore
When the butterflies stop to fly in this stomach of mine,
When I am finally climbing the staircase to the cloudy land I had in my mind,
But maybe I have to fall down
Into the lava
Filled with the evil
As people blame me as the culprit
For being proud of the skin I owned
For being brave to show the scars I once had on my flawed skin
But
It wasn’t a phantasmagoria
It was the reality
It was the truth
Which flooded in front of me
When I saw what humans have to Offer
To the Lucifer of our country
~Aamani Sharma