Abhishek Kumar Singh (08/06/1994)
lost in the chorus of yonder,
mine & you 's feet above the same land
i- a dropped rain drop like thirst of whole spheres' sand
arriving have had arrived to countless arrivals of dead ends;
where sound of the voices of my soul's soul sends
& have now started to love the agony the passed second
but too busy in quaffing up eternities,
the unanswered soul doesn't even seems to be amidst!
so glued to one with language,
letters holding them self to be a word
words to be a line, line to be a verse
like heart of a lover self sprouting like love!
making the words to say what
more than words can say!
more than words can say?
making them say what i never would ever could?
battling, battling, battling, battling started just;
if you come then a versed river flows!
a river flows reverse!
ice melts & a river flows.
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