Look ,you are here,filled with emotions,
Look ,you are collecting woods to set things in motion,
Look, your tears would turn your eyes rash,
And After sometime,I would fly in ash.
Some are saying I am good a lot,
Some are saying I am a bad blot,
Silently listening on pyre of death,
As lord has snatched my last breath.
Now, I dont want you to hug me,
Neither I want you to let me free,
Love,Pain,Hate,I had left that in trash,
Soon i would be flying in ash.
Are u seeing that flame red,
It is saying that, now I am dead,
Are you seeing that flame blue,
It is saying that, nothing is true.
Are u thinking ,I would cry,
Or Are u thinking my smile would try,
Are u thinking,I would stand in anger,
Or Are u thinking, I would adjust my temper.
Now I am free,even from right and wrong,
I am free, even from my weak and strong,
Soon I would disappear in flash,
Soon I would fly in ash.
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A TOUCH OF MY EMOTIONS
PoetryBeautiful, white and charming, Everyone looks a fairy with this thinking. But in my life there is a special vibe, I met a fairy of some different type. 'Mom' I call her, with a tune so nice, And always find my path with her advice. Always want to ta...
