Deb Panda - Conversation!

Thy rhythms find your error-
With this; vivid creation of lies!
I behold! Soul crushed in battle-
A scapegoat of your lies, I hold.

In temples, prayers, rituals-
I didn't find! Her reflections!
Oh Muse! Drunk with her optimism;
In ungainly smile, broad on faces.

Of hunger, loss when she finds me solace-
My days come to a halt-follow
Yours emergence, Long I did
Overlook! Mortal frames, limits- hollow.

And declare, soul is the preach-
I promised; sanctity-beauty of her eyes!
In dusty dawn to crowded lifts-
I see in this world, Faces smiling and shy!

Deb Panda

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