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Amid the worst traffic jam, everyone I glance at is sombre,
Why the faces shed so gloom ? like ogress, the red light looks,
It's not that I don't boil, I am caught in "why" arose in me.
Hard days ever trouble me, and thorns prick and pierce my heart,
I stumble upon hard rocks, the frowns make me uneasy,
My ears slaves to dulcet tones, I escape from storms in me.
Suave when in my canoe, waters take a violent turn,
When my heart beats in bliss,my mind erupts in a rage,
Everything that looks agile, why turns weak and pale ?
Baking into fire like a pot, have to endure some more time,
Atop a pinnacle with ease, so fracid yet raw in love,
The Orchard oozes odor, warns of the gorge's paws.
To embrace life with storms, I curve out surface to move on,
Life is not what I crave to see, it isn't my pleasant thoughts,
Beauty is not some bright charms, but peace won from turmoil.
Wonder what worth they are ! words that broke my heart,
Smiles turn into eruptions,wait for the bewitching eyes !
When I stay, someone sails, I have to only rein in my mind.
© Harish Mamgain