Do you even realise
how in between the satire
of your words you hum in
your solace—
a sea unfolds
before your tongue?
Of all the uncanny stone-bloopers,
you hide underneath the shells,
Your feets never really peeks out
of the virtual armour you've made.
They tell stories of war,
of nuisances that were
remembered as poetry
Those skin flaps worn out
due to intense rain,
and the light musky smell
they behold between their
footprints remembers you
of your lost paradise,
where in this rush of life
you would sit and share the
joy that amidst the canvas
of chaos, that you still breathe!!
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