Of Lost Prospects…

Victim of the amorous act

Duped by phony ethics

I lay here vulnerable, hopeless

Born for enormity, cerebral triumph

Remained latent never saw daylight

Whom to blame, I still awe

They say it’s mine, I say it’s others

But in the dead heat reality remains intact

With cosmos within, a break I yearned

Far-away, deceptive, fantasy it remained. 

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About Barun Jha

Infrastructure Professional, Introvert,Writer, Wonderer, Wanderer
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