the root of Bias seems to me,
a place of ideals, a place to be,
a heavenly home, a haven from Logic –
secrets lurking, cryptic-crawling-toxic.
you call me closer, into your eyes,
you say I must see beyond those lies.
something’s missing but we cannot see it,
we push and we pull yet we only mishit.
misfit Logic, mystic Logic- the dripping poison,
we live on it like it is our Earth, our Being, our only Horizon.
-Riddhi Verma, 12 AICE R