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When you wonder about what-ifs,

You’ll be stuck having an eclipse.

In your eyes which never wanted the moon to get hidden,

It disappears like a song having no rhythm.

It’s wonderfully unimaginable by my naked imagination,

How can the moon or the sun pass by each other?

Intoxicating thoughts, worry arise,

In the demise, I won’t be wise.

I’ll be evident, you can see my soul,

Bottled up in my what-ifs, I’ll be long gone.

Why think about elements that aren’t a part of you,

Allow them to go from you before they borrow,

A component of your kindness as it’s profound,

Even though they make a jester of your wounds.

Your what-ifs can lead you to a place you worry,

In the ultimate, you won’t even overlook every fear.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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