Concrete yarns confide in vapour,
That muggle up the thunders,
and plain receive the rain showers .
Wet and warm form it fertile,
on it , where blossoms grow,
Which when shoot up ;yes!
The fruit when ripe, sacrifice;
Then creatures consumes 'em satisfied.
Then the mountain compromise
And let rivers flow wide
Of which wild fill the thirst
And plucks of cotton,we wear it tight.
Who says? it is self left in the end.
No not true! Our skeleton still've to ride
And dissolve in the nature.
We all are threaded in the web
And come on earth to be connected,
With the puppets of heaven,
And the self thought.
Then why we say, to mind own,
When every inch is in trap of soul
©amour_anu
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