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Guilty as charged
We call you mother,
And we strip you naked,
We call you home,
And we conveniently forget.
We leave you at the knife's edge,
And then blame you for your rage,
We rip you off every modesty,
And complain about the turgidity.
We let you down,
And pull us up,
We burn you down,
And breathe the ashes.
©️ Ishika Sharma
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Magnanimity comes at a cost.
Don't believe?
Ask an ocean what it has lost.
©️ Ishika Sharma
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