They give us deep pain & we kneel
Every time eyes look the world out
Vision that appears is that past bout.
Chaotic days,longer nights
Life becomes a hell with killing fright
Advices gets ignored by soul's pleas
Even jaggery tastes like neem leaf.
In joyful moment all inflict & accompany
When grief comes no one lights a chimney
Smiling face is welcomed everywhere
Wet lashes are ignored with no care.
This insane is horrible,no longer I can bear
There must be another way with happiness in pair
I wish if someone blare me the pathway
Where I can calmly enter the solitude and lay.
pathway there is....of replacing past with present, not in words but in practice.
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