A Scenario

The longing , the solitude.

The craving , the carving.

Those carves on our body,

and smile on our face.

Echo in our head,

Melody in our tongue.

Throbbing inside, outstanding outside.

To Looping in the loop,

and scooping in the scoop.

Those sweetness on our lips,

Now glue on our lips.

~Kirti Tomar