Capricious as ever
Attracted is she
By the false light
As she turns towards it at night
A flirtatious golden, the spurious suitor’s glow
Designed to entrap
Having forgotten the nurturing sun
Which benevolently shines on her by day
Trusting and unaware of her fickle nature
random rants ruminations ramblings 
You have a way of making something so ordinary into something so poetic!
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Hahaha, I like that! Thank you!
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Hi. Aren’t we all living in an illusionary world so easily ensnared by its glitter and show . You use words so well to express your thoughts. Just a few words and an immense depth conveyed. Kunal I like your style and enjoy your work. 👍👍😊😊
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(blushing) Thank you very much
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🤣🤣🤣
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Good night
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Good night to you, too
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The false light…love the metaphor, K! Isn’t it all, all about that these days?!
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Sigh… yes! Thanks, V! Just hope the sun lasts for a couple million more like it’s supposed to; maybe by then we’ll (she’ll?) see sense!
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👍😂
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Damn deep. So many things came to mind as I read. That is the beauty of your verse, it lets the reader explore 😊
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Thanks, but itna bhi mat soch! It was meant to be simple – my girl doesn’t appreciate my light and is flirting with an impostor at night, samjhu? 🙂
Thanks for reading & commenting!
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