My impulse flutters
With moon’s shuffle
In butterfly wings
My thoughts travel
Fill of my veins
Trembled and muzzled
Remains in abyss
Forlorn and settled
Nothing uproars
Nothing screams
Like all stranded
In stagnated stream
Dump smell muffled
In puddle sorrow
Existence consists
Of ditched furrows
Flowing is not warm
Smiles faked charm
That seems real
Is scripted zeal
Like ever going chaos
Knowing no forgo
Life seems forged
An unending lie
How much I try
Efforts end in cry……….
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