By Upasana Gupta
- {I step in silence, while you dream of violence}
I tread the paths that you plan to burn
I whisper the talk that you scream to hear
I look around, you look at me
With that silent eye, violence underneath
My velvet antlers, your velvet shoes
Your strange pretence, you mortal fool
You come here and you look at me
And so I walk away for you to see
I belong, where you yearn to be
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whos the poet
Hey there! It has been written by one of our Editors- Upasana Gupta.
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Very nice :) ‘your strange pretence, you mortal fool’ clinches it