FEELINGS:The sketches of self

Feelings feelings

All so gone without any kneading

Always about me and how am feeling

Everyone if not all look at it like a killing

Always so right in mine own mind without an ending

The world matters not if towards me it ain’t attending.

So am lost in me and the world without

It all fades off without a shout

The buzzing cars and noise eases off like an indian flute

Blown by the valley and hence all sound spout

Out into the nethers of the clustered clout

Help me find me if am hence to sprout….


Someone,anyone or everyone,please continue this with PePa.


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