The Dying Distance - a podcast by Rohit Dey

Away from the barriers of the world
I could see a drop of hope in a distance.
The more I got close, the more it gets too far.
Lulling the ache of my heart, she goes with the wind, far...very far!

Unlike a thousand thorns, I too failed, protecting my dearest rose...!
Gone she with the wind, vacating my only heart, an empty soul remains.

Now I'm alone, wiling to be alive!
Of what I couldn't get, with that, I could survive!
Distance! My dear friends. Is the one possible stand...
To stood ahead in death, keeping the very head tall and sublated.

But the tallest of the trees shall be beheaded wrongly,
When an unknown passerby ... En routed to her country.
She would be received by the man! With a selfish love, lacking humane.
He who manufactured lust? Deserves none! Or my Princess's hand?

I'm not Saintly either, but my love for you is purely another!
That sees the soul first, unlike a body-buyer.
Dearest! See that truth that you're exposed to untruths!
And, I shall be then, waiting for you again!
Where distance would die only acceptance remains.

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