Why moulded a heart? Why hushed a sweet pass? Why Drowning deep without waters? Why there is this shift of art? A sweet melody pierced Reciting a tail unheard To cite those flavours All hidden in these colours. I witness a stubborn push Rather a compliant heave Crazy although good And goosebumps in this prude. I am still puzzled don't you see? Uttering a prate even senseless to me But I want to live this love Adore the kissed country's shove Still asking the same questions Why moulded a heart? Why hushed a sweet pass? Why Drowning deep without waters? Why there is this shift of art? -Tushar Bhakte.
Love learn and live.