Brighter

Oops! Turned those hot,

The days so cold bright.

Hey! Are they are?

Or a mistaken sight.

From the burst they emerged,

A pleasing ocean of heart.

From the foaming stream,

Cursing nature of emotion.

Simple, lively, true of course,

Friends of words and mates.

In the air, those naturals.

Maybe the God mistakes,

Maybe the mistake stumbles,

Maybe the brighter humbles.

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Yetesh Sharma