by MeeraMayaa

Sometimes very mean
And am working, to making it seen
Blame not my dislike
But how do I say what I am dreaming.
I am looking at the ceiling
Which says there’s are limits and integrations
I am trying here to integrate the sums
And only that am getting divided by the subtractions
Where do I borrow my happiness from
From the rainbow or from the crayons
And that’s when the wall said
“Take my space, there’s no limit,
Integrate all the broken triangles
to make a kaleidoscope”

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