Tropical topic
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Eye lids still droop me to the down hills
And those dreams do dispatch all unnecessary shrills
Unable to open up my eyes
I still wait for a wake up call from inner heart
It finds no time to hear me and hence my attempts do thwart
And my heart continues its cleansing operation of my mind to make it shine in trims
The crumbled blanket on my mattress evidences my anger at an unknown high point
And constrains me now by not allowing me to peep into any of the incidents happened in the past
I think for a while deeply and return back to sheer normalcy just in a couple of moments
Assuming that all these things do happen in humans’ life basing on earth’s tropical movements
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