I've been living and almost like everything so far—these hectic days, cold like chilled to the bone and those city lights. There is an image for every phase yet some void— when I don't hear the chirping of nightingale , missing aroma of the cinnamon tea and those warmest hugs at night.

I ask myself some questions in repeat—why these countrysided themes pictures my home soo accurate? Is this a call from my country or just a state of my mind. Beyond the piles of book, I assumes things in deep— portrays the moon as the only thing, that appears the same to my hometown folks. And wishes to ask the Breezy air next time whenever it blows— to get me some sweet scent of the Petrichor from the land which lies miles away from
my home.
#poesy #poet
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