#39 Shayari

उन अल्फाज़ों को पिरो रहा हूं, जिन्हें नज़रें, आईने को बयां करती हैं.

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Until anger pores in

The seed always grows. The weeds will always accompany. The weed is the anger. Where seed is compromised. We are always taught the art of sharing and how sharing can make the bond healthier. In years to come, we never realize when it starts turning into a compromise. Exchanging stuff with sisters or brothers (ofcourse …