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.

It's not only

 It's not only
Where heart whispers
But also brain echoes.

It's not only
To hide with heat and rain
But also to seek togetherness.

It's not only
Coming back and cheers
But also adieus and waits.

Soul

I'm not designed.
I'm not fabricated.
I'm not manipulated.
I'm not only a human being
to whon one can mould.
I'm a stubborn soul.

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