Next Time

Next time when you will come here,

The time above the present will be that.

Quotes shall shine through words,

High not alike the musics defined.


Not quitting nor praying to win,

Not in my ways that defeat.

Fear comes closer and aside,

New fades and lessons are afraid.


People come closer they should, I say,

Not beyond the heart that thirsts and prays.

Simple clear sounds like before,

Less on words today I say.


Next word could be a dream as a musical,

So to hear as long as it plays.

Listen closer but as that could chase,

Cross your heart will you stay stood.


As to cry is none in olds,

That tears home in mild.

Dream above pillows of eyes,

If listens high expect high.

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Yetesh Sharma