Author's Note: The inspiration behind this poem is Smirn-Off Green Apple, a beautiful place called Ladakh, an art film by the name of Anwar and a certain someone who goes by M.
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Edge of the bank I fall
Wet eyes, dry heart, I call
where Spring water flows endless
But I dont feel her caress
As a lonely wind howls
To me an accusatory echo calls
A mind's torment runs strong
I wonder, where i went wrong
Sweet green grass in my nose
I'm there, its so close
Its time, I know it in my Heart
Its no Cupid arrow, 'tis a poison dart
Down here in this narrow glen
Free of all darkness n pain
Guilt washed off my mind's cove
I lay destroyed in Love
Wet eyes, dry heart, I call
where Spring water flows endless
But I dont feel her caress
As a lonely wind howls
To me an accusatory echo calls
A mind's torment runs strong
I wonder, where i went wrong
Sweet green grass in my nose
I'm there, its so close
Its time, I know it in my Heart
Its no Cupid arrow, 'tis a poison dart
Down here in this narrow glen
Free of all darkness n pain
Guilt washed off my mind's cove
I lay destroyed in Love
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