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Beneath My Feet | Poem | Ishithaa

Beneath My Feet

A tiny life
Struggles
Screams unheard
Dreams shattered
Darkness Envelops
Pain smothers
Crashing down
Crushing Bones
Orphaned Family
Unknown, last breath drawn
I look down
All I see
Beneath my feet,
A bug, no more.

Often it happens, we just walk the Earth as if we own it, not bothered of who we trample or who we hurt. A tiny ant caught beneath my feet inspired me to write this poem. We may say that they are insignificant in the bigger picture, but they also do have a family and a world where they are valued. Do you feel guilty when you cause hurt or unknowingly ruin the life of an animal?

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Writing to me is therapy, it frightens and comforts at the same time. Liberates like nothing else. A book in my own name is a dream, but a bigger dream would be to write something that haunts the reader even after the last page is turned and the book is shut. I enjoy reading and music, spending time with family whilst battling my social awkwardness.

Author: Bhavya

Writing to me is therapy, it frightens and comforts at the same time. Liberates like nothing else. A book in my own name is a dream, but a bigger dream would be to write something that haunts the reader even after the last page is turned and the book is shut. I enjoy reading and music, spending time with family whilst battling my social awkwardness.

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