Síñdhùja Selvakumar

Abstract Others

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Síñdhùja Selvakumar

Abstract Others

Void

Void

1 min
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Void was all soul now

Humanoid raised by God

In existing.


Nobody oversaw the colors 

The elegant sky adorned 

In hues of blues.


Everybody shut their eyes 

To the greenery 

Mother nature rendered

Are they even to be remembered.


Predatory we're they 

Hunting each other 

Disguising in the identity of 

Seven virtues and 

Confuses people of probity.


If I can smudge them in colors

Of Happiness 

Yellow, Orange, Pink, and Red

Will they be able to listen again

Hearts thump.


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