Wait! Wrigley little sentiments,

Flourished your imprint is orphan.

Shadows tweak worthy impressions,

So, your aim shall settle in peace!


Gods have chosen your nest,

To fulfill and color black.

Your yearned crawling,

Still, instigate millions apart.


Against is a day, a disguised pray,

Above is a proud, a touching sprout.

Look through crevices,

Some impossible surprises.


Change is in here, everywhere, you see,

Every second, through the world to dream.

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Yetesh Sharma