Name This For Words | Poem

It’s gone,

Feelings of one’s desire.

It doesn’t matter.

Dark, terrible, joyous treat,

It comes of your bewilderment.

I learnt to overlook,

The world that seeks everything.

It’s gone,

Feelings of one’s desire.

©Suraj Jangid

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