When the world is too much

Their whispers are deafening today

She runs out and and far away.

Her body though, stays put there.

She smiles politely, acting unaware.

At times their words cut not her skin, but her soul

They see her bleeding, but their words just roll.

For they feel so powerful, sitting up high

Living in their little bubbles of lie.

Passing judgement like its their duty and right

Arm chair warriors, hiding behind little screens they fight.

They pick on the fallen and the weak,

For their opinion are baseless and their notions reek.

Some days their eyes continue to stare,

Some days it gets too much to bear.

So she runs away far, as far as her feet can carry

She stops on the beach, now really weary.

The sea makes her feet wet

And the grey sky starts spilling droplets.

She gets drenched, as her eyes add to the wetness.

Her skin craves a kind human touch,

Someone to tell her, fret not my dear, some days the world is just too much.

(C) Sneha Pathak

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