The Inner Core
Be it human, be it more,
The most complex substance is the ore of inner core.
It’s vital for a stronger base and the line of arc,
It’s vital for the making of nature and emotional mark.
Most of the time we are searching only on the upper thrust,
Without even lowering our searches down the crust.
We see only the heat, roughness, dryness…
But no, eye on how melted the inner ground is.
There comes complications, as so many thing toughly packed there,
Hidden aspirations, sorrow, guilt, fear, loneliness are just the mere.
But, who dips down there, with patience of being a with care,
With time to just sit and hear
And dig out reasons and tear…
the unwanted spread all over..
and misery creeping for a makeover.
If we care for some, we have to be alert
Be it nature or nature’s birth..
let not go anyone to dearth.
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