I sit here near a crowded space,
Where the shores seem never to end
Watching those ships leave every second
I realise how they sailed for so long
The diary I carry owns some flaws of mine
Perfectly decorated with words that made them appealing,
Making them wear the attire of poetry,
I have made them feel glowing
The derailed paths where I stand pondering
Have not yet left me with things happy
The sight of dreams crashing
And the pain that's weeping
Is now sinking within
With the time lapse thats fast forwarding
These shores won't leave me at my destination I guess,
I will be a vagabond here
To lose myself in my destiny
©Shina Kashyap
©shina
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