The stubbornness of playing with the moon as a toy
The attempt to swallow the blazing sun
Some houses, some ornaments, some roads
Whatever is left, visible and invisible
Whatever could not be saved, wanted or unwanted
All our doing is ours
Despite many failures
We have been churning inside and outside for years over some small failure
Whenever we kept getting destroyed
We have always been saved
Sometimes as birds,
sometimes as grass,
sometimes as dew
We come very close
Let the night, sleep, dreams be guarded in this way
Only good wishes for the world
Our lips keep murmuring
Waiting every moment,
We are our own admirers
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏 @vikbuddy
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