Cluttered

I want a chain to hold you dear,
You just run and run,
Farther and farther
……………………..

I want to be cool and calm
Not a mere hypocrite
But a simple human.
But the clutters
Don’t let me do that

My life is like a dusted keypad
Alphabets have forgotten orders
Numbers scare to jumble
Entities have lost meaning and sense
I want to give them
The air of words
So they rather breathe…

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