The Chosen one

Somewhere within me, there is a relief
When the corners of the eyes ache
As the waters warm, with grief,
Fill in for the immortal love’s sake

With the frequent and swift pace
Toiling… to be remained inside
Or roll over, making ways
As the ferocious waves burst wild

And the Hurricane which allies
With the distinct base
That has fallen in the eyes
Soothes either ways

Whether the sets of the tear-drops
Carry images of the past whiles
Making jovial as the rain drops
And bring breath to the smiles

Or they travel in forlorn
In the wretched city
Making the soul feel torn
For the eternal verity

As the heart knows well
Itself has chosen the substance
Wanting to be in the spell
With its not-ending endurance!

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