every day I criss cross the soil of happeningsmeaning drive fast the time
I do equate some special moments
to that of mine
I know its karambhumi of the seconds
Switzerland for too many
I search these equations
too often
with the grass yet to get dry
I shall encounter
with another happening
invented thoughts
converted ifs and buts
why some places take that much insight
struck to the DNA
so is this beauty
effervescent nerves
with the eyes of Sun
why the heart is made so special
full with interiors of waves
I search Rajpath
with the eves
may be it envies my love to its vibrant hearts
but I find
undefined
infinite
the life of
what the millions yawn
the special hearts
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