By Dushyant Singh Sisodia
I long the exodus as we say death,
Shall call love from almighty or is it his wrath.
I see divine light walking past time,
Reeking happiness with irony in those rhymes.
World look white where all colours lies,
Or world is where all colours and contemporary in ties,
Or all of our eyes playing with contemporary lies.
And should I be happy seeing myself in black & whites,
Is all of it over and severed are all ties.
Hoping a restart at starting line,
Is it a restart or my eyes playing in cosmic rine.
What we see are contemporary lies
Happiness forsaken for material ties.
By Dushyant Singh Sisodia
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