The atmosphere we live in
carry unseen charged impulses.
When needed,
we switch on the smart phone,
enjoy TV or Radio,
a constant ingredient called power
helps us please our taste.
The perplexed atmosphere of jumbled up thoughts
need internal power to segregate and select
right highway to drive in.
23.3.17
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