has it been the empty stride?
Was the heart that pumped the wrong blood?
Or the air breathed in was the odd one?
The sky till shines and moon still gleams,
The day still awaits for the sun to expand,
The red dwarf, the nescent stars,
Wait till it crumble to clump.
And then split into asunder.
The tears dropped held no value,
The remincence of pasts lie morbid,
Among dying morsels of mortals.
All the strings that broke and lost.
Wait till everything gets connected.
And then the puzzle will make sense.
It’s not late to realize,
Why the bees collect nector?
And why the ants toil?
Why the time always strikes?
Why the earth moves
It’s heavenly strides?
Everything holds meaning,
The pumped blood is right
And air taken is always upright.
It’s we who always ignore
And don’t realize.
I would like to extend my utmost gratitude to Nandita from Poetic periscope for suggesting me the title.
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