I was sitting next to him,
there was nothing so beautiful in it,
but I saw his eyes and I realized that things when you don't desire,
seems pretty happening too.
No intention that would harm my inner peace,
I saw treasure in that heart thy self.
He wasn't lonely or exhausted,
living his existence with glitter poured,
I saw how people make life so heavy by sharing their hurt.
I held his hands, no cuts or bruises I saw,
he was breathing for himself,
I was captivated by the glory he was.
-Riya Shah
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