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The Mind Files

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You See the Lies You Want to See

Riya Gupta

 You and I are not the same.


You see the world

I see the scars


You see the nature

I see the victim


You see the war

I see the greed


You see people

I see ignorant criminals


You see the way of the world

I see the delusional justifications


You see the justice

I see the recurring crimes


You see the politeness

I see the mask


You see the calmness

I see the scheming


You see the money

I see the sin


You see the blood

I see the pain


You see the dreams

I see the future pots of despair


You see the laugh

I see the temporary relief


You see the children

I see the tragedy


You see the hope

I see the future ghost


You see the life

I see the death


You and I are not the same.

Reflections