Raw, Wild and Mighty,
Its profusion of emotions,
Untamed incessantly.
With unveiling beauty of the moon,
It churns within and ascends,
As if tripping to a bereft tune.
When the sky shines at night
And stars mischievously party;
Here it roars on its plight.
Men want safety from the wrath,
And hence station the boulders,
Afraid of the devastation at aftermath.
Little does the little men know,
Voluminous insult it has drunken,
Beyond the thresholds of an ideal show.
The angry body had narrated its story
To the skilled oarsmen beating its chest,
And shared how it feels of the spoiling spree.
It warns every now and then,
That it is Raw, Wild and Mighty,
Its profusion of emotions
Untamed incessantly.
No matter what it's arrow of time,
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Men ignorant believe it to be safe in Quiver, searching for it when needed the most.
They break the bow knowing it wouldn't come back.
But the miracle followed the moonlight, The Archer found that arrow deep in those eyes.
Since then they refused to blink,
Sinking the Archer into profusion of emotions untamed incessantly.
~GAURAV~
Very nice 👍
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