A DREAM CRAWLING TOWARDS REALITY – 1

Where is your pinkish night suit?

That exposes your undecorated beauty?

I stare at your lips mor than your eyes

Reveals my reason of poetry.

I wonder if I have found love again

For I have again ditched all pain.

That once trapped my soul

But now I fill the grieving hole

Left on me as a stain of sorrow,

With the gaiety poured in

By you in my every morrow

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