I ask a lot hell of mebereft of the realities
that shadows my live world
find a little more farthest to reality
the jig jag grow with swampy yarns
spun around
I struggle to make a sense
little more I get entangled
I wonder
is it your thoughts
fetch the scorchy heats
with bumpy ways
I choose
and fall all the way I roam
why its me
looking for the exotic ways
I see the sky
flying petals of your love
struggling fast as they fade
wavy airs make my wishes
intense and flary
I ask my heart
better fly
with the petals
as if
they may happen to be
a nanonic closest to your heart
source: shipra.v
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