Those moments

Feelings! Flow through the alleys of heart

Quite rare they’re

I always think, how lucky they’re

Often live the time

Faded for the rest

Every hour.

No wonder!

Life kisses the chosen palms

Others are just here to glance

The FORM

Looks like a drink in the

Unreachable jar.

Listen!

It’s the true light of the

Darkest time

Suffocating realms breathe

Watching its fleeting sights.

Yeah! I know! Most of you

Have gone through this repeated cycle

Of FALL

Left with the fact that

Life smiles on the chosen

Flowers…                                                                         SMRITI THAKUR

                          


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