Ignorance
The waiting cute texts,
Affixed with the warmth of my heart,
Greeted with the promising intent,
Eager to flash in front of your eyes,
Meanwhile, you become offline,
It feels similar to a tragedy,
Certainly planned by me,
and the resulting suffering.
Comprehending a bit distant you,
I cease not to eliminate the lagging miles,
In contrast, you run away with a high velocity,
When exhausted me, settles to relax,
I realise your glance mocking at me,
It's like a funny circus,
My wisdom missing somewhere
And, desperate me, entertains you.
Originally published on blog Words of Anvi.
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