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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