Old ways,
Everything seems quite green, seeds I sow in past of memories
I believe, never go back, look back
But, the air, Air is still full of smell
Smell of breathe…breath of happiness
Happiness which never get
Though in search of it ever
& I found
Happiness is myth;
Myths are always attractive.
….
Obsolete routine is hatred of these days
And today , much fascinating
With the innovative change
I wanna retouch it,
The new sun rays….
The new day!
👌👌
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