The Fractal

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a fractal

My soul inside weeps aloud

Searching for the answers it will never find 

Its a wreck, an unending mess

Will I ever find an order

In between this hassle.

But a close look, a small shine

And I see a fractal,

Looming up amidst of all this fuss

Like a pattern, like a painting,

Like the art that shapes up from the cart of clutter

It unfolds, it takes form,

To fill the world in front of it

With all it never felt

The fractal that gives world a special sense

Poetry
India