Every time you blink
Every word you think
Every drop of water you drink
Bit by bit you shrink
And let your spirit simultaneously sink
Because when you try to form a link
Between what you think
And what you are yet to think
You form a kink.

Before you again blink
Few drops of water you drink
This time you neither shrink
Nor you let your spirit sink
You rather re-think
Then form a link
Between the ‘thought’ & the ‘yet to think’
Now you ink, your link.


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