My foliage hangs uprooted
With fractured breath open
My world after you have left
Overhangs the cage of wild skies
The deep dismay that looms by anf large
It refuses to acknowledge the captivity of skies
To the bars of an overhanging rusty cage
My roots now slither in the indecisiveness
Of what is the breath and the gravel of burial
The pores gasp When sunk in deep surmise
And lose the battle without a fight in the open.
The sprinkle from skies is like your smile
It conveys little hope but removes a lot of dismay
My pulsating breath builds a hope again
Till my word to self finds a fresh wick
The loss is subservient to my loss
Panipat
2312
23.59 hrs
25.8.25
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