Whatever comes out,
Is destined to go in …..
What remains out,
Is just the remembrance……..
Fumes and fumes everywhere,
Distorting the vision…….
The feet are in the mud,
Without any reason…..
The past has in it,
The future of every present
And hence we lose,
Moments those should be nascent…..
To attach with the past,
Is human nature indeed…..
To leave out the fumes,
But is not what we need…….
So I stop everything within
To stop the fumes….
What I wanted,
Now it resumes…….
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