White The sequence of my desires kept going something like this That stranger kept mingling with me, Neither did he know about my destruction "Harsh" He did not know about my destruction I did not get to know about his nature, The warmth of someone else's arms felt like my own heat She was a flower in someone else's garden, I, a stranger, kept wandering aimlessly like a bee, It blossomed like a beautiful flower in someone else's garden ©RJ VAIRAGYA #rjharshsharma #rjvairagyasharma
