Within seconds it will escape into dreamland
I fail to restore my calmness, but why?
Am I a slave of ferocious emotions?
Laughter breaks in this love realm
Where miles are covered with tendered times
Soul turns passive by the fearful living
We act barbaric in the life we own.
Evanescent relations are countless in number
No affection is fixed like a city's beacon
The artistry of fake deed is a wonder
Truth of life is easily marked as a blunder
For joy, night is a gift, for sorrow it is a curse
To elude this anguish is against the nature's rule
Past is forsaken but still we weep
Some tears, I think, are never meant to be wiped.
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