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I Wish


I wish to write a melody
Which whole world can sing with me
A happy poem to energies and excite every being
To throw the net of silhouette smile
I wish euphoria to be attracted , optimism to be reflected
And the universe to sign in peace
I wish to visit wherever I want whenever I want
Sometimes alone and sometimes with the person of my dreams
I wish to see a bud flourish , A flower grinning like majesty
Velvet petals Nostalgic pollen's
Which do make me sneeze
I wish to jump from golden gate
Feeling the breeze whose about to meet the ocean
From Bay to Pacific
Journey of thousand miles just about to begin
To get pushed by the resistance
And to fly in between
I wish to relive that moment , Again and Again
Like a loop with no beginning middle or end
I wonder I admire and I envy to wish and keep wishing
To imagine the galaxy painted in the colors I wished
I have always accepted the chaos
Let’s wish chaos accepts me.

By- Kshitij Sinha
17/10/2016

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