On a rainy morning,
In the dullest mist,
I sit in a swing,
Backing- forth; Forthing- back.
His hairs turning white,
Her anger turning into acceptance.
I sit,
Contemplating.
Many deed doesn’t help.
Responsibilities burdens me,
Dreams encourages me,
But fear chains me.
I sit in a swing,
Back and Forth I swing,
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Counting the ends.
I smile in front of them,
For the sake of virtuality,
But reality hits hard,
Forthing- back; Backing- forth.
Burying my inner child,
In a grave of frozen flowers,
I stab my heart and sell my soul
To the JOKER of my life.
Now,
I laugh and laugh,
Every now and then,
In every season,
As I know,
I must.
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