Still there remains a purpose to live life wd unfathom gloat,
Well if here has to be a choice with my death n your life,
I shall always go with my death thus enjoy under destiny's knife,
nevertheless.. I believe it's much pleasant to have hearty laugh,
all alone.. with recalls of memories rinsed n drowny with 2nd half,
ha ha ha.. these days I fantacize of having my own wings,
so I could fly back to my space.. But are fantacies the real things,
no these are not.. These shall remain pure fantacies,
though having wings ye khayal accha hai for self control n self appease..
else how difficult it would be live life in confinement in a hotel room during lockdown..
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