Who would know that you cried all night,
Or stayed lonesome all these days.
No one but just you.
Perhaps, true love is a synonym of Utopia,
Or it is some tale from the past.
Whatever you do the charm shrivels at last.
There are moments when you find no one to look up to.
Like a crazy pup you whine aloud,
To see your ‘dear ones’ cozy in their shrouds.
World is not evil, but this is how it works.
Time is embedded with jerks and perks.
No matter how many you are in your flock,
There would be times when you stay,
As dejected as a bedrock.
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