The sallow hue from the unexpected event
Finagled between the thoughts,
Rendering me hopelessly hopeless.
Tricky tricks of the mind
Between the pleasure and sorrow
Dangles the bait at the right juncture
Alas! Am not the fortunate few
That relishes the juice,
Even to think of it seems very far.
Reluctantly I traveled across the floor
Of my house which is my so-called home
Raking the soul in search of bliss
I stepped every corners of it,
And slowly despite the hardest zeal
It does trickle, the tears.
Allowing a little time to wallow in it
I am fighting
To regain the composure with firmness
I am resolving to stand against
Whatever that comes
Because I know
I stand for nothing else but love.
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