Twisted Between Being and Nothing
Just as bright as the sun
In a wet rainy morning
Sparks all over I have felt
With those eyes dazzling
Either mine or your turn
All the aspires then burst
Sparks at burning ghat I saw
With those ashes flying
We were there but no more
Even if my eyes keep trying
Just as the nature's own flaw
Silently a gust of wind roar
Suddenly as if It was a magic.
Who repeats that old trick?
Copyright © Atreyee Sen | Year Posted 2018
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