New You..


It’s a new morning,

Just like another one..

There’s a barrier of glass

For reaching the outside world.

I can see’s green all around..

But I can’t feel it..

As soon as I take out,

To reach the green,

I encounter something cold,

Something young..

It calls me towards itself..

To grow,and live..

My soul runs towards it,

Leaving me behind.

It has tucked my soul.

A contour of happiness,

It’s a new birth..It’s my conscience..

It has reformed itself with a glow,

Of diamond..

And polished me with tons of

Platinum, as rich as a museum piece..



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