My room
And
My memories
Both are full of
Rotten suffocation,
I live among them.
Changing weather
And
Passing days
Keep bringing
So many shifts!
Good and bad-
I keep on sorting.
Bitter memories
Could I erase
Out of my mind
Anyhow,
I live in this effort.
With golden moments
May I decorate
My home
Sequentially,
I keep on searching such a plan.
Sometimes
When the darkness of mind
Envelopes me
with black,
I come to my balcony.
May a beam
Come spontaneously
From somewhere
To enlighten me,
I keep on waiting.
Trap of Life
Can be broken
Only by an Arjun,
I search him in Abhimanyu.
And
My memories
Both are full of
Rotten suffocation,
I live among them.
Changing weather
And
Passing days
Keep bringing
So many shifts!
Good and bad-
I keep on sorting.
Bitter memories
Could I erase
Out of my mind
Anyhow,
I live in this effort.
With golden moments
May I decorate
My home
Sequentially,
I keep on searching such a plan.
Sometimes
When the darkness of mind
Envelopes me
with black,
I come to my balcony.
May a beam
Come spontaneously
From somewhere
To enlighten me,
I keep on waiting.
Trap of Life
Can be broken
Only by an Arjun,
I search him in Abhimanyu.
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