Please don’t follow..
As I am nothing but a hollow.
Not a soul can peep through..
Not a soul can leap in.
It’s a burrow..
Day by day getting narrow.
Dark and shallow..
Don’t you follow.
As the roots have dried..
With false pride.
Promises glide..
In the splash of high tide.
There’s an empty tomorrow..
Hiding sorrow.
Don’t you follow.
Echoing solitude..
From every altitude.
The dilemma unforgiving..
The gratitude unsoliciting.
A thorny pebble to swallow..
Don’t you follow.
What you seek is a meadow..
With a glass touch of mellow.
Rather than a shadow..
That will vanish abruptly.
Don’t you follow.


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