Into the forest of diversified thoughts and creepers of regrets, We all entangled ourselves, From the truth, we feared the most. Likewise, I knew What I was stepping into. The moment the aroma of the lustful dreams Crept through my nose. I was willing to do anything, To get to the source of it; The temptation was too strong to resent, It crept through my skin, Pulling me towards the The density of forgetfulness. While I grovel through the misty forest, Making my way through the green chandeliers, Filled with passion and perseverance, I reached the end, It was a dream so real, That reality seemed to have faded; Into the fog of delusion. Pritha Krishna
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