For the reason of joy and by crossing the miles;
I am selfish I know, reason being your pretty smile.
Enumerating the passing miles, ending up in infinity;
Helpless Oh! God before the indubitable destiny.
Reasons may be many and they may be dying;
Disappearing in brightness and fading in its own shine.
Waiting for the marigold to blossom once again;
Opening the varicolored petals by languishing the pain.
Melting myself to take the shape of others;
Every time following the rainbow to count the RUNNING COLORS…..

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