You wonder gawking the twin impressed where you are,
Silence is what rumbles, when eyes lashes down screaming there you are!!
Memories snatches you back from being in extant,
It’s when time knocks the crumbled soul vacant,
Healing approaches pedalling on wheels of time,
Illuminating the beauty back in your eyes, widening that lip curve shine.
Arduous spirit sprouts and dances on the drops of faith,
Breaking the false advent of all the persisting math.
Shining depth with every power to make reverie come true dominates,
Devout this soul it’s what the demand in all odds for life to promenade.
Indian Literature Review | Jenee Christian writes on Indian Review.