Though the globe appears huge, Yet often I doubt,
A step-up, a step-out, and that’s what is all about.
Few set of ticks to carry, number of miles to chase,
Despite fixed quota, our mammoth desires to raise.
Whilst the tiresome journey, it’s my quest for pause,
An attempt to befriend one with no ifs and clause.
So who, the distinct soul among deep-dense crowd,
Oh, that’s you the melodious, when the rest is loud.
No regrets, if being partial to treat you the better,
for, never the carrying but caring that does matter.
Yes, do value the noble, urge too lock the chamber,
As in fact, it’s my duty, to hold, cheer and pamper.
But pity the gap is same, God knows, I put my best.
Or perhaps, my true tenderness is uneasy to digest.
None can hang in forever, me too human or so ain’t,
Maybe, an easygoing person, but of course, no saint.
What stops me, Or if affection makes my steps small,
But why to be too open hearted, destiny separates all.
Often, such thought of separation makes me worried,
It’s but shell not the soul, that gets burnt or be buried.
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