The conjured reality

 

I whipped these unbridled waves

They now gallop to unsaddle the creator

Thrown to a whirlpool I climb back

Stretching my every limb to rise again

By now the ripples have known

As they slip their nod in unison

Into the trough of the placid submission

For how long the name lasts self

When the fall twists the branch

While the tempest interrogates the nest

Even when dismissing the buds with disdain

But my expanse saves me every dusk

From the embarrassing blush every dusk

By swallowing the sun on horizon

The name stretches beyond the capability

Every now and then , whipped at altar

Knocked out before the blow,  still standing

With bleeding soul and brutally assaulted

Mich before the fight commences every hour

The hand that shakes like a tempest twig

Covers every flap to conjure a chirp.

 

Yamuna nagar

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