Limits are one of its kind.
Never ending naughty stinks,
Poisonous, no not like Cyanide.
Sudden or immediate.
Slow, enjoying their time
to pull apart, part to part.
first building up the enormity
of horrendous insecurity,
Then when the jar is filled up
till neck, it geared up
blasting the glass at once
changing the whole picture
Sounding no more elite,
but Rebellious.
YOU ARE READING
AARZOO/DESIRES
RandomA hindi poem collection written straight from my heart, with its English translation. Gift for Sona, love, haffi, lallan and my cruella.
