When wanted to fly
As a kite
Was rescued by you
Dear night.
Saw self being grounded
For the very first
The mob surrounded
The eyes, the heart
Depicted love
The hatred sank
At the river's bank.
The pair gazed
Searched the ones
Who raised
The childhood days
Those unasked praise
The never cursed delays
The unmasked indentity
The fake enmity.
Long lost
Additional cost
The life bossed
The game - Fair unfair
The life turned from no-where
No more try
Bid good-byes
Until
The next hey
With promised love
The life got aired right above.
- Pushkin Channan
Well written .....Pushkin
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