There is no understanding of your useless riddle,
I am not playing the second fiddle.
I am sure you just like the attention,
And I need a serious intervention.
There is more to me than my intellect,
If you ask me things, I might deflect.
Since the monsoon of 2022,
You covered all your tracks and I had no clue.
When I started to heal,
You showed who you are when you had your last meal.
You can't take any credit for what I overcame,
I am done burning my wings, like a moth to a flame.
You can live in your days of yore,
I am cruising my sails and reaching the shore.
~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse
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