May 2020
In your mind
There’s a place
You often drift away to
No eyes peering at you
Oblivious to the crowd
Aware unabated
The din outside
Puts a rest to the one inside
The music silent, faint
The rhythmic beats
The pulse felt, makes sense
The heart awake
There’s a place
You often drift away to
No eyes peering at you
Oblivious to the crowd
Aware unabated
The din outside
Puts a rest to the one inside
The music silent, faint
The rhythmic beats
The pulse felt, makes sense
The heart awake
(48/F/Pune, India)
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