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Nishka Fofaria Poem
Wordsworth's worthy words from heavens,
Ignited ideas with a heartburn,
Evoking my soul with innate relevance,
In the light of 'The Tables Turned',
Predicted in anticipation of such a messenger's entrance,
Distant for decades from the oasis of his literature,
Stayed awaited in a barren existence,
Fortunate, touching his enlightening treasure,
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Nishka Fofaria Poem
There is nothing to destroy me,
Its me who destroys these,
After them what would I remain,
Nothing else, they will talk in my brain,
Life has gone crazy and it will go,
Until I am lazy, unless I grow,
They say I should talk,
Unaware of my fear of drop,
The discomfort I have,
Is the mum of a living grave,
The hidden darkness,
Is attempt of being socially fearless,
The truth of my life,
Is close to a knife,
The fear of my after spoil,
Drains the fire with more oil,
They come, be, flow,
I keep it rewinding slow,
Observe their flawless meet,
Retry on it but silence seems sweet,
I derive the meet from my thoughts,
That once some would die,
Candles lit up and souls be brought,
Our hearts be deep but the eyes won't try,
The peace will be felt in memories,
This way the relationships will breathe,
Missing each other in a powerful pause,
Everything stays broken for just one cause,
Love all but none,
It's in the heart but the mind,
In future we become stone,
Though doubtfully, we would never mind,
Copyright © Nishka Fofaria | Year Posted 2022
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