Waves swaying on the brink..
Of petty innocence..
Of hampered bonds..
Of diluted alternatives..
Of ignorant bruises..
Of condoned rage..
Of tossed dilemma..
Conscience in knots..
Sans it..
Rumbling in the pitch silence..
Struggling through the storm..
Yearned by every unsung string..
It.. the hues of mirth..
A nascent beauty lost..
The curve evading rue..
Dug from the trench deep..
Wear it with finesse..
Let the world reciprocate..
And tread along..
Of petty innocence..
Of hampered bonds..
Of diluted alternatives..
Of ignorant bruises..
Of condoned rage..
Of tossed dilemma..
Conscience in knots..
Sans it..
Rumbling in the pitch silence..
Struggling through the storm..
Yearned by every unsung string..
It.. the hues of mirth..
A nascent beauty lost..
The curve evading rue..
Dug from the trench deep..
Wear it with finesse..
Let the world reciprocate..
And tread along..
Let it never be lost! And may the world reciprocate with warmth!
ReplyDeleteDeeply thoughtful! I read it many times to comprehend the Ideas expressed. Way to go Ana!
ReplyDeleteThank You bhaiya and papa :)
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