It’s not right to blame others but still I wanted to write this poem . These words were stuck in my head so I decided to give them life and so I came up with this poem called Yours. Hope you will like what I have written.

Snow in your eyes,
and thorns on your lips.
Your hands so heavy,
with crumpled butterfly wings.

Crushed flowerbeds,
and your muddy footsteps.
Shattered glass castle,
and your bloody fingers.

~Mayuri Srivastava~