Poetics

Anyways, we swing

We swing our own swings
To and fro
Does it matter?
Less or more
and roar or adore
Anyways, we swing

Molded by experiences
Dejected by rejections
Healed by times 
Anyways, we swing

Out of habit
Off bit 
Uncertain of how long
But certain enough
As long as our hearts beat

Composed by Vinit Desai

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