i have grown to the tunes of timemy univ failed to strive
my hauty nerves
i find hard
to locate a niche
i may reside
with a spread of ocean
my desires
my reality
may it ever unite
i see you
thro' my thoughts
may be
it serves
an array of failing instincts
and me
docile hardy hard
the incompatible
the array of uncanny nerves
fathomless inconsistencies
of my persona
and the reality
it never shades
with my desires
i again strike
a balance
to fight
to the finish
may be finish
is the only fait accompalish
of my hardy heart
source : shipra.v
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