most of the timeimpermeable layers
surround my stratosphere
I know the genesis
but my every trial to come off
gets consumed over a puff of whimsical existentials
I do wonder
if you got the elixir
that shall make me free
today I was crossing the Rajpath to my office
It was singing with songs of the ultimate sacrifice
for the beloved freedom
It did make my eyes wet
but the cruelty is writ large
I asked is there a song
that makes "your "sacrifice worthy of it
the stuff around you and me
is that the misfit
your soul feels too encaved
my thoughts couldn't stop me short of my mundanes
I felt you sometime come thro' this way of happening
I just glanced your beautiful snaps
what I could know
shall write in yrs together
but why I should write
asks my heart
may be that shall make me the fit to come of the impermeable layers
source: shipra.v. anchal kholi
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