Children clutching the untruths most obediently
A common scene through the passage of time
Idle for a while, but life seems to spring uncontrollably
It seems silly to believe that all the paths are trustworthy
Vacant eyes absorb the melancholy, and smudged dreams with rough edges sully the white spaces
For a while, just before the childhood says goodbye, there are other unjustified reasoning
Man can only evoke as much consciousness that they are capable of gathering
After all, the slight words ignite the inflated reactions across a coalesced controversy
Yesterday’s apparition have shades of murkiness; an illusion unfolds uncontrollably
~Amitav
Nice.
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Thank you!
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Brilliant journey. Can feel the intellect here!
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Thank you, Rahul!
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