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Vision Fear-Ridden
Fulfilment, thou an enemy,
you caress what doesn't belongs to you.
A blur vision of destiny,
that often has your presence due.
A cure, contigent,
where all the fear holds the megamind.
where one rests in peace, went
for the greed rather kind.
And they call it names,
sometimes dream, sometimes fame.
But do they really burn in flames,
when they drool with the smell to tame?
In the comforts you lie low,
for you seem to bud and grow.
As for every drop falls for you,
fulfilment, thou not an enemy new.
© Supriya Baranwal
you caress what doesn't belongs to you.
A blur vision of destiny,
that often has your presence due.
A cure, contigent,
where all the fear holds the megamind.
where one rests in peace, went
for the greed rather kind.
And they call it names,
sometimes dream, sometimes fame.
But do they really burn in flames,
when they drool with the smell to tame?
In the comforts you lie low,
for you seem to bud and grow.
As for every drop falls for you,
fulfilment, thou not an enemy new.
© Supriya Baranwal
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