My Senses

My senses were alive,

could feel every

rush in this fast pace life.

Now they are conscience stricken,

tired to feel ferocity of the world,

forget to feel heart aching,

or get habituated with.

They need a comfort,

no regrets should block

the way of introspection,

that will mount up the aspiration.

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