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The Scent of the Sun

Tina Aswani (M.Com. - Business Studies)

I remain still peacefully Taking a gander at the delightful sky
Cherishing how you fall underneath the mists Delicately losing space
I follow you go down As you gradually paint the sky

A shade changing palette The show starts at five
Best seats are largely free yet filled You can just gaze upward

At the point when it turns wonderful Like a half sucked orange candy
That we held with clingy fingers This transforms into raspberry
Leaving the blue and pink sky Giving one expectation

That each shade changes In any case, not all end up being delightful
Some may vanish under the tones While some may sparkle all through

Giving us another existence with each dawn To see the world with eyes open each day
What's more, be appreciative to live every second A cover of dimness pausing
Gradually overpowering The origin of all life and light And afterward, simply pass out into silver

Dim over pink and sparkle It's still there, simply dimTransforming into black with a trace of sparkling stars

The Misty Lies

Tina Aswani (M.Com. - Business Studies)

Lie to yourself for a day, For lies are easier to find their way.

The scars are probably more in your mindfinding

their way to your beautiful smile!

Obnoxious it must have been Your soul to absolutely
demean. Walk out abruptlyIf their sudden gaze

Crosses your maze And compels you to oppose your dream.

Not every ending needs a closureIf happiness is on the measure,

For if it feeds your soulIt doesn’t have to align with your role!

Lie to yourself for a day, For all you know,

It’s the ultimate truth To avoid keeping it at bay

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