At 5 degrees writing a poem is scintillating…
But I don’t know will I be able to complete – my pen is shivering…
Up above the sea level now I feel like flying…
Clouds hug me even without two hands and make me blushing…
The silence of the distant mountains makes me scaring…
Is this called divinity?
I feel like crying…
Who said GOD is invisible?
I am actually seeing…
I am standstill…
Even my thoughts are freezing…
This place is awesome…
I am slowly vanishing…
Don’t get panic if ever u find me missing…
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