Trust Without Reservation - Poem by Garima Raj
Drownin' deep till I was lost,
Beneath the dead nettle of lives.
A glimmer fathoms down,
Callin' me with desperation.
I hurried to snatch that brightness.
Its loosening as if sand caught in fist,
The tighter the grip; The easier to lose it.
A question running in my second thoughts.
Is it belief without proof or,
Trust without reservation?
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