Conflict
I freeze as the ice melts
I move on as the world stops
My eyes light up, the future still dark
A pressing thought pops as the wind pushes me back
I stand firm on a ground rather weak
Friction underneath the feet
On rather slippery slopes, I do not fall
Friction in the hearts, and I plummet
Copyright © Kunal Kapoor | Year Posted 2020
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