Cotton ,my identity...
That reveals my soul...
Flying all above alone,in this lonely sky...
Catching me, who are thirsty of my blood...
Who don't let me fly...makes me sad,
Where everybody is selfish
Of making their own benefit...
Uses me like anything...
I help them to clot there blood,dry their wound..
But in return they left me bleeding...
Bleeding that needs no operations,band-aid..
BUT A CLEAN SOUL TO PUT ANTISEPTIC ON IT...

~GARGI CHOUDHURY