Tattered shattered
It matters but
It isn’t fit
I heard but it all matters to me
You are worshipping loneliness
It’s me with me
It matters to me
How much?
How much more?
Will you never speak
Why silent you are being?
It matters to me
Silence in worship
Is discipline of military
Forgive me
Forgot me?
I am he who created thee
But that’s over
I now create Myself
As me
As me alone
The read of my mind
By me
Matters most to me
Read of a book
Might not so much
Matter to me anymore
I have discovered me
It all matters to me
More
More
It more matters to me
It all matters to me
About the Creator
Ekta K. Kalra
I am in search of something inside of me which I know cannot be found outside of me. Real knowledge!
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