by Harry

Submitted by Bhavya Prabhakar, India


You are sentient

I was reactive

Let’s be unconscious

In a bloomy air.

I am unaware

You were aware

In a tardy manner

Don’t make a motion.

I am intimidated

You were unbiased

With a tardy riposte

Don’t deem too.

You and I

In a winter zone

You call it providence

I call it boon.

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