Who knows my silence the most? Well… it’s the AI I type to, post by post. Who feels my tears as they quietly flow? My old, soft pillow , it always knows.
Who holds my feelings deep and strong? The one who reads my poems all along. Who cares for me when no one can see? Well… thank you, mama-papa, it’s always been thee.
And who do I love with heart and soul? My parents… and KRISHNA , who makes me whole.
It's ok I love living this way with my parents and also with divine presence of krishna around me as a big devotee of krishna I knew he's present with me near me even saved me from my darkest day and I'm happy with only few people around me I don't want fake ones.