A DrOp Of DiStRuSt......


Waywardness Of a Drop...
Spherical in shape;
A drop of Distrust......
Losing All its Soul innate;
It moves and comes Out;
It comes out and Moves in;
A Drop Of Distrust....
Inside Out.....
Numb and Cold...
A Drop of Distrust.............
Neither thus it Stay;
Nor does it Flow:
A drop of Distrust....
Oceans,lakes,Rivers,
Even the Betrayal Tears:
All JuSt A Drop of Distrust..
Fearful and Alive:
A dRoPP Off Distrust....
Doesnt know its identity A DrOp Of DiStRuSt.....
A dRoPP oF dIstrust....
Looks For A PIECE OF EARTH:
Which It Can Hugg......
A Drop of Distrust........
Lived enough wants to sway away....
A DrOp Of DiStrust...
Neither grows Nor diminishes:
A Drop Of DiStRust.......
Teaches you so much
A DrOp Of DiStRuSt..........
Broken still with you:
a drop of distrust...
Sometimes SeXyy Pearls:
sometimes Fearful Poison:
A DrOp Of DiStRuStttt.....
A simple DROP OF DISTRUST...............


mani.


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