Have you felt the storm,
starting from body entering to soul,
surronded in mist of thoughts,
thoughts loving and reppeling the storms
One side wants to hold
Other side struggling to push
A thought of mistry,
Streching the soul, pulling the conciousness.
A thought of beauty
Have you thought of desire to hold beauty,
Cause just by holding it,
Beauty is lost,ruined enslaved.
A thought to become master,
which at end results in slave,
A thought to win
Without knowing that it's lost the momet you desired to win.
Thought itself lost in struggle,
Weekening the soul and strengthing the mind,
Creating a division in one entity
Ruling the kingdom of division
But the thought in a direction,
Even after streching the eternity,
Saving the freedom,
Saving the beauty..!!!
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