Being Recomposed
Being Recomposed
"Waves of vicissitudes
Shattered me to an extent
Yet, my aim was not lost
As my soul was a firm sextant
Remorseful flame of loath
Was everywhere around me...
Yet, my conscience was busy
In convolution to rebound me...
Every face of proximity was
Magnificently exposed ...
Now, it is my turn to settle score,
For what I am being recomposed..."