HIMSELF

Pablo Picasso, Autoportrait

Being naked is something that

He wishes for long,

Every time the melody comes in head for doing wrong,

He just gets laid on

Without even thinking at all.

Does he know that he is lost like before

Caged in a mountain , responsibilities for more.

Suffocated between them and himself, so

Every time the melody comes in head for doing wrong

He just gets laid on.

The songs that he has sung

Just spinning around his hand

Coming through the distance

Where deserts are falling down.

The only ukulele that he has found

Among the friendships and nights of the downfall,

He wishes some people never came in his life and

Some things are better unspoken there over all.

He wishes for long,

Being naked is something that he wishes for long.

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A Computer Science and Engineering student. Interested in Computer Science, business analytics ,research and editing.

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Roy Aishwarjyo

A Computer Science and Engineering student. Interested in Computer Science, business analytics ,research and editing.

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