Monday 8 February 2016

A prototype

It constantly blew
It was constantly passing through 
Like the wind
It was part of my life
Like the air
But didn't ask - where?
It had no objective
No destination 
It just wanted to destroy my peace
Either to accept defeat or just please
Then why does it ask me,
Why are you like this?
I said, you can choose to like/ dislike
But I am only and only
your prototype!

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