In search of self
Out of reach or in search of self,
Don’t know time require to melt,
Leaving a treasure & a pleasure,
It is a speechless terror,
Nowhere is a concentrator,
Nowhere an Originator.
I need to be my Organizer,
An experience of a survivor.
What’s his wish,
to live with cherish,
with fragrances to flourish,
Depth of the mind,
Says he is very kind,
Rays urself to find,
an escape from a bind.
I mistaken to found,
to identify his sound.
Don’t live with a wound,
swing yourself to find.
I am in reach & found myself,
Knots have melt with his help,
now swinging myself out of shelf
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