It’s Always There Poem by SALINI NAIR

Was waiting for loneliness
A fall of mighty mood
Blood that flow out of streak
But blemish the sincerity when touch the land
It counts the worth and detects the fault
None can be the deity of facts
Cannot reflect or convince the blues
When flows gets the touch of death
Get the hope of goodness
But the drop that not attained
The bliss of something special
Just by the moment it creased
A journey from solitude to hope
It precedes yet was unseen
Darkness that flow out for a stipulation
It’s the mighty grab of sense
A stream out of dip
A sigh difficult to attain
Blood that expanded the theme
The truth which lies always inside
A wish to life and greed to live

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