He taps on everyone’s mind
And listens to what’s inside him;
She thinks of a leaf reaching to the ground
And tries to feel the texture in it;
*
A series of filaments
Keeps emitting the source of knowledge
Both unravels the idea attached
And transcends it into a creative phase
*
At times, they both smile
While watching the old memories
He ticks the box of chocolates,
She crunches the chocolate boxes;
*
Hindrance what they often used to find
Let it strain their hearts in agony
They forgot the meaning of those interactions
And immersed their heads in the ‘being practical’ philosophy!
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