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    • Mar 1
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Beats Of The World

By Surabhi S


Potted plants are those minds,

Trained and tuned in beats of the world.

Trembled with fear,

In the view of evergreens

Tricky phases and grumbled paths,

Shatters those caged wisdoms.

Blooming at midnight being the charm

Hesitation of repulsion is what occurs.

Marks of taming left for remembrance,

Kept the illation captivated

Being yard birds of the past

Lightened the fire of carnage.

Potted plants are those minds,

Trained and tuned in beats of the world.




Break the chain of sway

Tied around your soul

Scant pain is what you ensue,

And lush bliss is what you engulf.

Scent of bushes awaits

The enlightened soul near the woods

Breach the urns to rush out

Serene is the realm ahead.

Free will is free out these

To the free willed souls

Potted plants are those minds,

Trained and tuned in beats of the world.


By Surabhi S




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