DESOLATION

      

          His heart, an extensive moorland,

          Low growing pines but abundant of hedgehog.

          When he detaches me from him;

          My solicitousness gets into wilderness.

           I see my wrinkles propagating,

           Outcome- a colossal river of poison and maliciousness.

           My soul fully drowned and drenched

           Effort to conquer those moss grown rock, goes futile

           Now to save my troubled, hungry and tired soul;

           I decide to abandon him.

           And strive for a cosmic playground…

           Excluding his shadow and soul.

                                          -Preeti

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