I bend my neck and look into the mist
I stare in the air with some smoke amidst
Deep so deep I look into the clouds
just to see that my pride would slouch.
I mixed a million minds and thoughts
of seeing reasons and their whereabouts
Uncorked, uncoiled myself from the mast
withheld a breath that would never last.
Once your nymph, now falling like a dwarf
Achilles got hit, the heel into a half.
Your truth, your fable, your fact, your farce
Now for you, a reason not to laugh.
~~Divya Arya~~
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