Wounded to the core
Know not the medicine
Nobody is reason
Malignant disease of desire
Grows to destruct day by day
Still sensibility holds the rein
Never felt so weak and timid
Dare to even face the illness
That holds life from the death
The irony lies there!
Malignancy of the benign virus is cruel:
Memories are reviving
Butterflies are fluttering
Heartbeats are darting
Jitters are all over now and then!
Many times reasons fade away
Anxious impulses drive through
Just for a wink and a smile
At times, reason strongly injects
A giant needle of reality
To put the sickness down...
Genuinely, the ride has never been smooth;
Sadly, the driver takes all the wrong turns.
At the end, falling from the cliff is sure!
Truly, resisting the journey is hell...
Going with the wind will tear the soul apart.
Annoyingly, there is no right or wrong;
Yet, the social limitations are too strong.
Every time, ending up in impossiblity is the trend!
Why can’t for once things go right?!?
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