the moments with me like a spell ofscenty
air
comes off the blue
vanish the other moment
the space provides spoil sport
I wonder at my acquisitions
like the blowing cut-pieces
some do tell its tales
whilst the rest go
so silent
as if they have learnt from you
I the wanderer at another acquisition spell
spell my another innings
with the trial of nerves
how many times
the pieces of fate
spoilt sports around me
who is more hardy
I leave the ambush
of such a terrific journey
the Nature's way of my being around
I know
the spell
probably I am too atuned to it
source: shipra.v
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