Contemplating the truth,Sure to you it hurts,
Gathering the tears in the bucket,
Waiting to be adhered.
Man so full of himself,
Walking with his eyes closed,
Waiting for the dawn to come,
Waiting to open the blind fold.
In the world of selfish vows,
You stand and take your one,
In the need of survival,
You wait to be found.
Feels like the game,
In the childhood that you used to play,
Hiding under the umbrella of social pressure,
You try to withstand your way.
You travel deep inside,
To realize what you have lost,
Trying to keep it to yourself,
In a special place called 'heart'.
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