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A mediocre

You're enjoying I'm creating Neither hundred percent Nor the hundredth of whole Only like a mediocre of You and me. As long as I'm writing My poem bridges the gap Even though a single Atom of us.

Who is here to love..


Who left the particles of ashes

To filter the pain,
While the eyes are getting
Wriggling curiosity
The invisible hand reflecting
Upon the face of mist
Lips has no utterance
The lullaby from aches heart
Is disclosing the secret of love.
Who is here
To love fire
On the chariot of flame.

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