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REALISATION
You thought the sky was always blue.
Abruptly, it started raining with a substance like glue.
The beautiful butterfly flew.
And inversely, a sword drew-
You liked the morning dew.
But it was all temporary residues.
My destination for you was hazy.
And the longing to meet you was making me crazy.
‘All that glitter is not gold.’
Right?
But the mirage of the horizon is yearning me to approach nearer.
Was I being duped by my imagination?
Or was I close to my destination?
Hallucination.
The voice of light pierced the sanity of my mind.
Soon, the metamorphosis occurred.
What am I left to see?
I turned my head in eagerness to fly and ended up in the sky,
With wings plucking feathers one by one.
I realised the wings I got do not belong anyone.
It's meant for me to rise and reach the heights with a clear mind.
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Modhyni Doorgasing
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