Lost without a care in the mystics of your worldview,
find me a better escape,
for a better view,
I am waiting for the clouds to appear,
I am here for that stark despair,
but I don't have mates,
to rely upon or shed tears,
a clarion call for my fears,
I am standing at the fathom of my inner conscience,
bring to me, a realistic fiction,
next time.
Kunjal Sharma
