Neither the neon sky non the nimbus promising downpour
Neither the far stretching snow nor the shining cool desert in sliver glow
Neither the blossoms of seasonal flowers nor the lascivious leafy carpet heals
Neither the gurgling brook offers coolness nor the ocean blue can feel,


The emptiness of heart

Serpentine loneliness gradually kills.
Reality masking itself with robust expression and fake smile
Feet move , eyes look in search of peace outside
While an octopus gripping the vibrant fish inside
It stifles , it chokes, it blocks but never let it die

Shraddha