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Collide In The Girth
By Ankita Dwivedi
An estranged coil of vicious flowers lie hiding, in the garb of sheer innocence
And the allure of subtlety their beauty illuminates
Strangling an old habit that calls on to you
In the deepest voice ,
Like the breadth of an old lover .
Touching your clothes and arousing your skin
That inspires the audacity to betray your kin
That resides opposing in your mind
Like this is a festering , a festering of a kind .
Like you are smothered but with grace
And I can feel being slaughtered ,right here as you raise .
As I and you start walking from here to hold hands together
I come across lavender petals and you collide in the girth of these flowers.
As I sit watching alone ,
A coil of our own.
That pulls but helplessly to something unknown.
By Ankita Dwivedi