Venturing into the dark waters of the self,
The extreme illogical blueprints...images floating precariously...
At random in the layers of my subconscious shelf,
I try to find a measure of exemplifying my innocence,
To give some clue... that we have in us profound beneficence,
Though I find it so hard to measure up to the splendour of flowers...
The nature in all things, the tick of hours... all this I accept as magnificence
Yet in my imposed solitude I loiter like a wilting leaf...to the might in nature's beauty seen...
Only such a way... deceives me into impotence.
The extreme illogical blueprints...images floating precariously...
At random in the layers of my subconscious shelf,
I try to find a measure of exemplifying my innocence,
To give some clue... that we have in us profound beneficence,
Though I find it so hard to measure up to the splendour of flowers...
The nature in all things, the tick of hours... all this I accept as magnificence
Yet in my imposed solitude I loiter like a wilting leaf...to the might in nature's beauty seen...
Only such a way... deceives me into impotence.
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