I hate being persecuted.

A narrative poem about vulnerability and sentitivity and introspection.

When Love takes over..;)

A tribute to those smitten by Love…

You have never let me down.

They said I couldn’t ride,
Never been on a farm,

You are always applying pressure.

This poem is based on the agonizing experiences.

You’ll show the people you have harmed that you are deeply shocked for noticing how many people in our world live in the same position of victims like them. You cannot be indifferent to their pain after understanding this truth. This way, you will not only be forgiven, you will be respected and admired by your victims.

I am very sensitive.