i keep on looking
for the perfect line
which will make it all right
take away all your anger
and make it alright,
bring you back to me
floating on a gentle breeze
which carries the smell
of autumn leaves
and fresh flowers
of wet earth after first rain
may be like an angel
decending from heavens
is how i have seen,
in my dreams a thousand times
for a thousand years,
it seems, for million lifetimes.
or may be like kali
with eyes red with anger,
with one last foot,
ready to crush me,
price which i wait to pay
for one last glimpse
to take all the hurt away
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