that’s the storm
that rests within
and activates loud
storm of deep hurt
sometimes never heals
always screams loud
pity people
who change personalities
by hurt
for not very far they travel
till torn apart
by the wounds of hurt
life speaks
it has a say
do not hurt anyone
live zero hurt lives
if life shouts
you be life
zero hurt ways
are sacred
in their own ways
makes life a play
for each one
who’s there
this is care
this is all we call care
not wound by one
and heal by other
but no wounds World
is what we care
is what we care
About the Creator
Ekta K. Kalra
I am in search of something inside of me which I know cannot be found outside of me. Real knowledge!
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