Quay away from shores
With a turf of fear amidst the storm
I find an aid close to heart
But….I leap a ‘but’ in every move
For every time I sway away the truth
Delusion far ahead of me
Why didn’t I get the power to read?
The persons’ intension before I seed
The trance of friendship embraces me
For I enter the storm anew
Countermining my noetic essence
Giving an ache again in throat
I may be left with the same pain in heart
For this sole reason I love the ‘but’
As it keeps me aside the desolating storm.