"She was never straight.
She was born upside down.
She used to crawl while others could run."
In a race to survive,
we forgot to take care.
"There is a memory, that keeps waking the sadness,
These eyes are being so jealous on memories"
Youth is in wrong direction,
Walls, coloured with bloodstains...
Because we are born to live & deal with all our circumstances.
In the journey ahead, raising alarms,
Every time sufferings stifle our being.