• aayeshasarkare 11w

    It tasted like a sweet nectar of a daisy,
    But when the hurdles encompasses the boundary,
    It turns into something savoury,
    What looks the same,
    Doesn't appear around,
    And yes succes is to be searched and found,
    Growing throughout the process of incompatibility,
    I have acquired growth with witty,
    The unwanted misery strangled my throat,
    As a heart beating unanimously with a knot,
    I build up my soul with my honesty,
    I am inclined on myself and there I gazed on the top of the sea...
    ©aayeshasarkare