The petrichor that fills up my senses,
And the reality that is never absent;
Distorts reality into treacherous blasphemy,
Ignites flames of abhor within me.
Terrified and astounded,
I stand grounded.
Horrifying, petrifying.
I, abscond;
These activities are abstruse.
I barely understand anything that happens.
These hurdles are hard to cross.
And so is the river.
— Aaradhya, 18 May 2026