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LOW-SPIRITED SOUL

Never
The words let me be lonely;
Whether it’s the bleak fall
Or the verdant spring,
Always they circumambulate me.
 
To establish a rapport
With the gloomy soul,
Who calls me every night
I came out of the dark room.
 
Neither have I got a compass
Nor the map to go there .
But still have my heart got connection
So he probably will govern me up to there.
 
Perhaps,
They are afraid of society
For the society lowered their vibration;
So they have been living
A way far from the society
Where no sound of society could go.
 
Neither
I am a magnetizer
Nor a spiritual healer
But I am a poet
I could inject a poetic soul into them
And raise their vibration
So I come out of the dark room.
©Mr. ECZ||Wed 18 Sep 2019
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