my brain opines
you will end a shipra vashisht way
and heart
its says shut up
I keep quiet
there are many reasons
one can be shared
neither love nor worth nor sharing
can fetch love
my soul whispers
darling
I tell you a real problem
you have declared your self the All mighty
now tell me
all mighty is every where
how the hell
they will come here
I still keep quiet
my pencil utters
what happened darling
I ask
you are more infinite to me
but it doesn't smile
I really don't know
when that smile
I can afford to my pencil
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