It should not have happened.
But it has. For a god
of dreams, there was
no paradise.
You had become an alien
to your body. Split scenarios.
A fight going on―
between two selves.
Every morn, a shock comes,
a revelation pops up. You
fall, a victim of civil war―
in surprise.
The headlights on, you
were driving straight into
the bright sun to burn
your wings.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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