Threads of identity
lay bare in thy hands
with inception of thyself
the search of thy soul begins
where the questions of thy senses
remain enveloped within mists
The wings of thy emotions
uphold the fragrances
freezed within thy world
For once, why not
thou unfreeze the aroma
which stays veiled
for thou to unveil
it's supreme aspiration.
-Varsha Singh
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