Her Chaotic Self


I love her chaos,
And all her shambolic state,
As she juggles competing emotions,
Cropping on her face,
like a sudden burst of some stormโ€™s spate.

And when she tries pushing away,
Her dishevel hair,
Tucking it behind her scroll ears,
Only to find them spreading,
over her eyes,
crawling from the rear.

I have given up,
Trying to comprehend her rattles,
For she gets upsets,
On trivial things,
Yet letting go,
The hardest of the battles.

As I watch her,
It makes me wonder,
How will I succeed,
Focusing on anything,
Beyond her yonder.

Copyright ยฉ Shantanu Baruah

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