Wither

The leaves of relationship

starts to fall.

Lost in the labyrinth of time,

In the carnival of show off

I found myself sticking to wall.

The wick of bonding 

is at the mercy  of petty conjunctions

Nowadays callousness in relation hurts much more than betrayal in relation.

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Jezer Urena

Wed 17th Oct 2018 15:42

Real.

Big Sal

Wed 17th Oct 2018 12:34

Great piece Avishek.?

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Taylor Crowshaw

Wed 17th Oct 2018 07:31

Sad poem...❤

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