Sometimes it feels like am like a cricket ball that is being played..
Balled to kick it on a high note or in low
Every bowling angle has its own resonance to hit it or bold out!
O The Prettiest Dilemma of my Heart! Am soured with your denial
And, sugared with your acceptance..
You raise me up to hit it hard in your directed style
Then, you envy me down to feel the lust of my life
And again, you push me in another direction to opt me out!
Like a tossed game either to move on or pull it off
Winning or loosing is the point where the contrary defies
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