Mayhap, the hairs that fall down Each morning, And, the nails that keep breaking Each night, Divulges the noxious thoughts. ▪Caption ▪ //How gruesome! Those nights, when my heart quarrels with the pillows, where my own thoughts steals the peace, where my eyes shut forcefully with the muddles and the same night which fills my body with trepidation, makes me a bizzare creature, that spoils my day. As I run my hands through my hairs, my eyes become damp, after seeing them falling down inchmeal. As my nails gets corroded, when I scratch them against the wall, I see the parts of my soul getting corroded in the same way! When I se
