Swetha Murugan

<aside> 🌄 How do I survive? Survival is a complex process And you learn to survive Once you've been hit hard Once you're on the brink of failure If you ask me to portray survival Through art, Then it would look like Those final days of the sun That turn the evening sky crimson, The few droplets of water, That keep a withering leaf alive, Broken stars, Bottled in a memories jar Warmth, Emanating from the last piece of wood on a cold night.

Art may seem beautiful but survival is not; The aches, the bruises and the pain are harboured, That take you to places you never belonged, To cities you were never welcomed, And then teaches you To create a hole for yourself All over again!

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