Posted on: August 20, 2020 Posted by: Yetesh Sharma Comments: 0

So deep in love today, my lord,
Beg your pardon to speak a few.
Expertise and confined narration,
Of the past and twinkling future,
Tortures these gifts and pleasures.

Can’t I bring the workout,
This life loves me a lot.
Love and affection in excuse,
Meditates behind the walls of abuse.

Upon the skills and blurred wills,
That rests upon the walls of life.
Excavates and obliques in seconds,
And change everything in the sound of grasses.

Never promised nor intervened with life,
Or either blaming the malice in disguise.

 

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