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I am Puneet, a poet, blues musician, traveller and nomad. These days, trying my hand at wall arts and entrepreneurship as well. The more that I travel, the more perspectives I attain.
It took you long,
While I was laying in the dirt.
Like a pig with his nose,
Born, in the dirt.
You were in blooming,
Growing up into this fine lotus.
Growing up to scent,
The homes of men.
While I was getting ready
To be the meat, of prime focus.
You said you would wither away,
Wither away without my presence.
So I ran hard, as I ran away,
To be the dirty pig of your love.
To be nor to be,
Now merging into the sea.
What once was,
Would now never be.
It took you long,
While I was laying in the dirt.
Like a pig with his nose,
Born, in the dirt.
They caught me back,
They plucked you into a sack.
Now, We both are dead,
But for our love, same can’t be said.
It took you long,
While I was laying in the dirt.
But, now we are one again,
And we live again, in its core
