why this heart looks for someonecalling upon you at your own movements
why this own feelings bring
what is so elusive of define
we struggle day and night
to find a niche
why this niche
has become a life line of heart
we happen to possess
why can't we traverse the lone ways
why they are so desolate
to stir our soul every other moment
I ask too much of myself
I know their there's no reply
the gene triggered upbringing
I often call the gene language
we have happened to be slaves of our self
source: shipra.v
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