It is hard, all the whileÂ
to accept the change of decline.Â
Her era seems to slip from hand,
like the sand of passing time.
Hidden is the remote control,Â
to press the pause; not lose it all.
Desire to replay, again for onceÂ
to live back, to avoid the wrongs.Â
Cause of it is still unknownÂ
It seemed so dark, she is left alone.
Alone but not yet lonely to feelÂ
moving sand make hourglass still.
Apparent to live and smile in crowdÂ
Stagnant, head filled with doubts.
Failing down all part of herÂ
Insecurity made her suffer.Â
To prove it all, to make them proudÂ
she forgot to feel the pain endure.
Indifferent from world was her charmÂ
fight to prove, lost her the ArmsÂ
To lose and gain was the call madeÂ
trade of self for multiple flair
Big devotion of esteem and despair
still not enough to satisfy the glare.
Once, twice and then thriceÂ
Broken and hurt, many times.Â
Time defines the crooked and fair,
from hoax good and presume bad.
Unveil the mystery to travel back
Is to learn from our inane dare.
Tough the lesson the better learntÂ
Lost all, to a chance earnÂ
Hope the blossom helps the heal
Yesterday is past, with today to deal.
Desire to restart again for onceÂ
To live herself, to new the wrongs.
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@Rakshita
Voila, I am to present myself as Rakshita Tiwari to provide you a adventurous ride from my work.
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