• hrishitachatterjee 50w

    They say rancour is my cup of tea.
    And spotlight is my sip of alcohol.

    They say there's sass in my veins.
    And they want more of it,
    They demand more of it.
    I smile the brightest. I hide the sore on my face.
    Even the tigress weeps at the hour of despair.
    Even the deepest wounds heal someday.