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Aug 2018
Civilized life is rigged, O land-dwellers!
With landmines hidden
in trails of Society's doctrine.
'Too often is it stepped on,
Too often does it explode.'
Blowing constitutions to smithereens.
Where you then rummage within your nucleus
to piece together your scattered jigsaw,
Misplacing your natural elements,
Overcasting your ability to side with beauteous aspects in simplicityβ€”
Of those ethereal-resplendent butterflies.
Disillusioned on land thus is you(the complex you).

Let goβ€”
Rise above your materialistic gravesβ€”
Walk on air!
My kindred wisps
Walk on air!
Swapnil Duryodhan
Written by
Swapnil Duryodhan  28/M/India
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