The thing that lies deep within,

Divine Figments of distant memories,

Only reveals itself with reflections.

These reflections melt the clouds,

The clouds that hides my inner self,

Like smoke choking my lungs,

Like My pleasure haunted by chaos,

I fight everyday in the toxic city !

Only those who wander in the wilderness of nature find what they truly are and how long they have ignored that.

©2021 Piyush Singh