Her potencyA Poem by Vatsal Rohilla (account shifted)
The exquisite upholstery of this estate
reminds me of the first date I had been on with her, her-my lover, who will love me forever, and whom I will love forever. If I am plunged in the ocean of despondence, her anxiety and worry commence, she descries the reason and consoles me, and soon, I feel free. She is like a tree whose shade protects me from the blazing, devil-like sun. When I see her interment of perplexities takes place, assassination of complexities takes place, tranquillity, felicity come my way, melancholy- fearfully- runs away. Her head is incumbent on my shoulder, and she is holding my hand, though my feet are on land I feel like a bird who is flying.
© 2016 Vatsal Rohilla (account shifted)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorVatsal Rohilla (account shifted)Dehradun, Uttrakhand, IndiaAboutI am Vatsal Rohilla and my place of residence is Dehradun, India. I adore flipping through the pages of books and incommoding the nib of my pen. more..Writing
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