16 may 2021
The Will
When I asked you to
drop the millstone―
a bunch of dreams,
you wanted to move away from sun.
Building melatonin,
after visiting the shrine―
in dark. The deity has
started taking a both.
Helium― the noble gas.
How high will it take you,
in a balloon, which was rising
towards the Mars?
Crashed. I break into
pieces of terra cotta. I don't
want to leave the earth. Spread
my ashes on the beach.
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