Buried so deep,
Inactive and Lifeless.
The beauty of truth,
Not to be revealed.
To be understood , To be felt.
Strange yet Heavenly destiny.
Stifled by my mind,
It still survives.
I denied its existence,
Rather persuaded myself.
For I know its worth,
For it knows my worth.
In the middle of unstable waves,
It extends hand for acceptance.
To get lost in waves is one way.
Or bury it & turn around the other way.
Buried so deep, It craves for freedom.
Its value denied by the Heartless Master.
But I hold it in my palms.
But I hold it in my palms.
Pure emotions-beauty of truth.
You deserve to be treasured,
Not to be crushed.
Strange yet Heavenly destiny.
