Unseeingly
Lost
This
world is so big
It’s
so vast
Fabricated
with design,
To
outclass; irreversible contrast
Without
intrusion
Designed
with perfection
In
itself,
Cluster
of confusion.
A
glimpse of paradise,
From
the outside
Somewhat
different, from the inside
To
which it reflects
The
scribbled & mocking signs, at each step
On
the streets,
Pausing
steps, cross-legged.
As
if it were like a puzzle, a maze
No
detours, no quick ways
No
such help from the north or the west
Any
possibility
Oh!
It seems rare
I
am destined to be lost in here.
---Prasoon
Sharma---
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