Wait For Me

All The Way Down On The Hill
Awaits A Period For Perfection.
Glimpse Of The Fear Inside You,
No More Left The Reflection.
Sound Of The Evil To Cut Your
Heart In Little Pieces.
Scare That Runs Even Among
The Finest Living Breezes.

The Laugh Of The Wicked
Black Widow From Her Home.
Panic That Runs Through Every
Persian To The Very Rome.
It Isn’t A Suspicious Thing
Or Maybe Not Even Curious,
It’s The Call Of The Great Judgement,
Heat To Be Furious.

~Mehras Bhat

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