Met With Affinity

I stood up to the rise,

I have never been so wise.

I beckon upon the future,

To shatter all my broken skies.

Affinity made by the pasts,

Till the end it lasts.

Written by the hearts,

Forgetting all the so-called castes.

Met with the bridges emotions,

Led forward by grit and ambitions.

It appeared so small,

In the eyes of painted determination.

The Gods sent us all here,

we curtained our truth in its hiking glare.

If we were so known,

then why were we paired?

Walls of cited imagination,

Who made us approve this inclination?

I wish I won’t come on its fawn,

As it will ruin my destined yawn.

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Yetesh Sharma