sangeeta naik


Yet of life i do not speak,
Where there is sorrow there is peace
Agitation builds up till the brim,
Yet the cup speaks of gratis
In a state of delirium, i feel replete yet cleansed of sorrow
In a reverie
I question why in the world concocted sensitivity prevail
Why did you not create Why the heart desires and feels unwanted and unfulfilled

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