Abhishek Kumar Singh (08/06/1994)
NUTS & BOLTS
The ash remains ash in the furnaces,
why? the wordsmiths kindle their traces?
all seems hidden from our seeks
a true poesy these reeds would never speak
thoughts would kiss the paper's edge,
would they ever let us, go sledge?
truth has always been lying to you
always found same, for sake of something new
every born spider is too timid
still heaven is woven within, no limits.
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