Love it

I was chilling back home

Arnav, at the other, doing his hair with a comb

I was cold, sick and bored

Poem, my thing, welcome aboard

My gaze, has been broken

My phase, has been deepened

My dime, I found lying

My time, is just passing by

My chair, is rocking hard

My nightmare, nothing but a junkyard

My case, has been opened

My grace, is being tested ..i say

My knife, only cuts apples..coz

My life, is full of dazzles.