Once a beautiful playground,
Pseudo-enchanting hill inside me now stands so tall.
Angels are enticed to climb, and forced to fall.
Once weightless,
My obese soul now feeds on my sun.
Body shivers, inside I burn.
Once so full of life,
Robbed by ego, acts of my destitute soul are now justified.
It serves as a graveyard for the angels crucified.
Once I walked on air,
Today, the sky moves side wards making me feel blue.
For abyss of shallowness, I have traded my wings of all hues.
Once naturally fragrant,
Now my karma smells, and I wear a scent.
In return for fake redolence, I pay the devil his rent.
Once a timeless journey,
The wheel of time now often runs over me.
I feel omens– the black cat and the number three.
Once full of love,
Now the heart runs empty, a few memories to recall.
Everything has collapsed, but the hill still stands tall.
Once resting in paradise,
Now I am scared of knocking on the heaven’s door.
Coz those fallen angels are ready to roar.
Once omnipresent,
My hill has become my sole identity today.
You might reach the top, but you can’t stay!
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