She
She was so high on her chair and heels
She was running like on water and wheels
She felt so bad and kind of sad
When I didn't shake her hand
She was all time then on a different band
It was like me trying to grow Flowers in Sand
It was supposed to be an interview,
But she was being the interrogator with a point blank view
To me it was more an interrogation than a meeting
Like if you speak, i won't forgive
She asked questions like it was me v/s her
She didn't accept all that I talked
Like with my facts she was shocked
She took my misery as a myth
Like I was less human more a filth
She doubted me being alive and narrating how and why
To all human rights just a good bye.
Copyright © Kamran Rashid | Year Posted 2020
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