come back veronica

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Veronica, try and teach me someday!  Come back veronica I miss the real you. You as I see today, an untrue mortal! The girl who was on her voyage, voyage of dreams, has deferred her dreams and changed her route.  I cry, all night but you never answer my questions. Why do you lie to yourself, veronica?  You were different; you carried a heart that wished change! On the way you changed, you are now just a part of crowd. Money reigns supremacy, buy peace if you can veronica, buy for me too!

Ooh veronica, I am at loss of words, I see you depart from yourself. How I wish, you could still listen to your calling! You could stand against the treacherous world but you chose to adjourn it. Veronica, I hope with all that worldly pleasure you have, you also have a good night sleep. Buy good decisions veronica, you need them.

May be you are right veronica, this is the way you will find yourself again, for the final time without an iota of doubt. It is only after elimination that one reaches the right answer. When you get what you thought you wanted. Only then, you will realise that you just thought, but never actually wanted them. Let the greed, lust, envy and desire which forms a thick layer covering your soul, have their say, for a while in your life. The consequences will break all layers. Then, you may my friend, proceed to hear the voice of the soul. Your passion will burn with the brightest flame. since now you have found the real one, behind the membranes of greed and desire.

Go veronica, walk on your shimmering chosen path. One day, the shine will hurt and you will with all your real reason come back to your real self. I will be here waiting for you. Together we will start the voyage of dream, of bringing smile on penurious faces, of bringing fortune in life of unfortunates.

                                                                                                   Prerna Mishra

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