His heart, an extensive moorland,
Low growing pines but abundant of hedgehog.
When he detaches me from him;
My solicitousness gets into wilderness.
I see my wrinkles propagating,
Outcome- a colossal river of poison and maliciousness.
My soul fully drowned and drenched
Effort to conquer those moss grown rock, goes futile
Now to save my troubled, hungry and tired soul;
I decide to abandon him.
And strive for a cosmic playground…
Excluding his shadow and soul.
-Preeti
