Where would you find yourself?


In the hands of the one who raised you,

or the ashes of the one who didn’t?

Where would you find yourself,

in the tears of the beauty who suffered,

or the smile of people who snickered?

In the sky where the colour pink is hidden,

or the land where there is nothing but greenery.

When they asked me where would I find myself,

I smiled and said right where I left myself a year ago.

-Riya Shah

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