WHEN there is a prospective source of happinessmy heart pulsate in reverse
and see the lava boiling on itself
i try to assuage its burn feeling
and instinctive nostalgic obsession
it 'culls' my soul
i remember
my sweat hearts around
and say
look
its time to feel at ease
but it sees
no sane views
i wonder
my lone movements
are they too privileged
it seems so
and i recall my inflorescence
and its impact on my psyche
may be
time
its horrible
in harshness
it spares to moments
to test you
at its whimsical way
source inspire:mallika,shipra,pu chd india,kan
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