On a sincere effort to ignore that lovely memory,
The tempted heart recalled it with a great extent.
On a genuine desire to stay on his lap,
The unsympathetic world made me go away.
On a deep feel of getting loved like  an Infant,
The grown up world denied my urge to get loved
On a naughty lust to get tied within his hands,
The dismembered forces of nature stood on the way
On a bottom lined fight to understand my identity
The hidden dimensions of the me ceased to resume


Jisha Jagadeesh

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