"White Merely shutting your eyelids Tightly won't ever be enough, If you think it'll emanate the Darkness that you do see. Numbness has its own ways, Quite many of them too, to Make you feel as if you've Been unheard since ages. So, your voice quavers, Your hands tremble, tears At times trickle down the Scarred skin of your face. And then a burning question Scorches your mind, if you Really loved a tree, would you Still have picked its fruit? ©indefinite_mirage "