While I was passaging around;-
In an acquainted car, deprived of any hint of tints
My soul felt stuck inside that glass box;
Clear as a lucid bright day, to see how fragile I am
The glass in itself;- was reflective, so picturized
Boldly showing all the ugliness written out,
By the milage in my eyes.
Jul 11, 2024
Jul 11, 2024 at 9:48 AM UTC
While I was passaging around;-
In an acquainted car, deprived of any hint of tints
My soul felt stuck inside that glass box;
Clear as a lucid bright day, to see how fragile I am
The glass in itself;- was reflective, so picturized
Boldly showing all the ugliness written out,
By the milage in my eyes.
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