As I walk down in the drizzle
in a rush to avoid the rain
I see all the people doing same
they are the same who prayed for rain
and end from unbearable heat.
then I stood in the rain for a while
a poor boy dancing with his dog
in this rain.
ignoring the crowd, the rain, even the gods.
I laughed on my life, shackles and the dog wagging his tail.
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A Personified Narrative : Defying Reality. Sketching Imageries.
A fusion of events and encounters in life combined into a single entity.
They may see, they might know, but they'll never understand
All poetry on earth,is caused by that one wreckage to your only ship.
"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."- Jonathan Safran Foer. || student, loves travelling and perhaps baking a cake.||
You'll get to taste both!
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