Which lacks an end and beginning

And full of pursuit plays..

Let it be

Let it be my last wish

To be in a jungle of such dreams

To play a wandering deaf singer!

But I am so coward

More like you.

I too fear the loneliness

In the jungle, I wish to built..

So I hung up my elegies

In the most ugly words and ink

Come thee, critique heart

Please judge me wrong and hard

I want your words spill,

The blood and marrow of my dreams

I want you be in the milestone

Where I may turn back

Where I may retreat,

To the very door ajar

Through which I came

The door of my imagination…

Come thee critique heart

Pleas are for your pleasure,,,,,,,,,,,,,

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