I cannot help but stop and look at the admirable prodigy.
Does the prodigy make you shiver,
Does it?
Driver is the engine, engine is the driver.
Driver is, in its way, engine of utility program.
Down, down, down into the darkness
Gently it goes- the attractive, the artful, the tricky.
The anxiety and depression, Are all repurcussions, Of a part not so well played, Of decisions delayed, Of trusts misplaced, Of not being able to…
I don’t wanna open my eyes tonight, The stars, are lovelier than ever but Enough of it, it’s just way too bright I am just…
I could not see you when I opened my eyes, As the immense pain made you without senses lie, But my baby cries Made you…
The night is burning away, Everywhere the flames sway, In a naked dance of brutality, The man made signs of fatality, Stare at me in…
I am glad that amidst us you are back, We anxiously awaited your comeback, Tears kept flowing out of our tear sacs, As we waited…
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This poem carries a mysterious tone, evoking a sense of curiosity and allure in the reader. It explores the prodigious nature of talent, highlighting its enigmatic charm. It establishes rhythmic patterns which gracefully draws the readers into its enchanting and thought provoking world, leaving the reader yearning for more.