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93 percent stardust

Payal rekhawat Payal 

I am too little maze ,with no permanent escape
I am too little light pouring , through the night
I am too little soul , looking for the burning coal
I am too little water , drowning to plotter
I am too little clay ,distributing to play
I am too little nervous, working on my purpose
I am too little fun , avoiding the run
I am too little memory , singing in my territory
I am too little calm , celebrating my charm
I am too little pompous remembering Columbus
I am too little elemental, running the experimental
I am too little cream , living my dream
I am too little fire , collapsing the attire
I am too little hope , struggling to cope
I am too little spark , designing my arc
I am too little noise , admiring my poise
I am too little thought , hiding to taut
I am too little honey , swimming in my journey
I am too little brave , driving to shave
I am too little air , fighting to flair
I am too little black , collapsing the track
I am too little song , roaming to form
I am too little clove , smelling the stove
I am too little rust , lifting my dust
I am too little wind , flourishing the grind
I am too little seed , filling my feed
I am too little warm , imagining the storm
I am too little madness , intoxicating my sadness
I am too little power, moving towards the tower
I am too little western , claiming to be modern
I am nitrogen in my brains
I am iron in my veins
93 percent stardust , with souls made of flames
We are all just clowns , forgetting each other’s name .


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