The wrecked mind at this dusk
Stands alone with the heart
Hooked up against the wall of confusion.
Arrested me, within the four walls
Of the tremor, just wanna breathe
A few air of freshness and love.
That moist environment reminds me
Of few climax that can be the antidote
To the toxic of entangled heart today.
I could feel the flow of my eyes;
But they endeavoured to stand dry now,
To have the clear view of the screen
When my fingers are busy scrolling up it.
Few emojis, few comments, few chats
Eventually become the alternative to
The medicine of quenching my thirst
By your presence, by your approach.
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