The wheel is rolling
and a languid betrothal pulls me
sublime evenings lie subverted
losing out on what I want to be
Callous, I run amok
the culdesac my only friend
I keep eluding the light
but still craving for that little bend
the ephemeral crevice haunts me
the only chance which's waiting eternally
compunction peels me from within
begetting emotions full of melancholy
The first rays of light, the vedic rhymes and a unique source of life
a part of my flesh adjudicating retribution
I dream of a day
when emancipation dawns on my commotion
I want to join the river
the flow which gave me wings
inevitably I flew in here
dying to break off and be among the kings.
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