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Mixed FEELINGS ;)

Another effort……
To touch salvation,
Amidst self created troubles
 mocks botheration,
Though used to thoughts still
 scared of action,
Accept/Deny special feelings ..
Let it grow in an ambience of recognition
Beware: Appetite grows with identification,
It’s your choice :
Flourish it  in consideration,
Or nip it in prevarication,
But attitude deserves appreciation,
Especially when it acts as determination,
My first piece from N-97,
Seeking words for completion,
Alas… its messy..
No not my creation,
Okay no issues,
My usual love for perfection,
Now giggle at foolishness,
The only jolly option,
I swear I did nothing
Out of mere deliberation
Just when student heart began dozing off
With Einstein’s theory of relaxation:
“Don’t think about the future it comes soon enough”
Professor Mind knocked …..Recommendation:
“Be ready to face the Repercussion”

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