Night Thoughts:

Shihana Fathima
Sep 2, 2018 · 1 min read

A poem

Every night
I started to wash my face
With the tears.
Everynight.

Does it make me alive?
Or 
Does it make me completely
Paralysed?

Flowing water..
Flowing emotions...
Both
Need a resistance

Cultivate..
Grow..
Love...
Need an assurance from life.

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I am slowly Recuperating from the distortions

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