My mind was on a melting place.
There were number of for
Each of them.
Someone was at silent
and someone was with
Loud voice.
Someone was with triumph
And someone was on a
high weeping.
Steam from the polar by
Melting that brought into
Air.
Someone was at deep agony.
The picturesque and tedious
Of that particular place.
All were on making of speech;
There was no single audience.
Their mind had revealed their
Egos.
There were less love reported
By their stains
It was citadel filled with loud voice,
Happy, triumph,sad,agony and
Ennui.
That was unable to hear and
It was not able to decipher it.
The place was vibrated with
Their presence.
That was the messy of the air.
Usually there was only two
Outlooks:
Positive and negative.
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Author:
cyriac maliakkal (
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- Category: Reflection
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