Nothing Fascinate Me Anymore

Nothing Fascinate Me Anymore short poem

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Riding slowly among the misty clouds
The endless curves of mighty hills
But i wonder it’s not fascinating me anymore
Why i curtailed my world in you?

Deep down there lays beautiful valleys
Defining life beyond explanation
But my soul is restless without you
Why i curtailed my world in you?

Bracing wind refreshes my spirit
Serenity, the peace, the quietness mesmerized me
But my heart is mourning as a part of its missing
Why i curtailed my world in you?

Ranges of green mountains and its breath taking valleys
Flora fauna and the spring attracts me
But i feel like a soulless person
Why i curtailed my world in you?

I wonder!! Still a great wonder
Nothing fascinate me anymore!
But my eyes are in constant quest
Why i curtailed my world in you?

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I am Rajani Nayar from Delhi. I love travelling, exploring new places & writing. I write on all that my mind can reason, first time i started writing when i lost my father at the age of 19.
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