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You're not a mirror
You're not a books

Even not a songs
And not a portrait


Yet  you inspired me
Set a fire inside


Lost but now found
My soul strengthen


Awaken and alive
Through, the words to ponder


Seen myself again
Boastful ends


So, when you stand
I give an ears again.
The question of dignity unanswered in your head,
So many words you wished had gone unsaid.
Nothing to lose in the battle of your mind,
All you had, is left behind.
Superficial smiles through the eyes of stone,
Loneliness, through the depth of the night, it cries alone.
Smiles again to greet the light,
Time isn't a relation to the fight.
It screams in your head- intolerable;
The shattering of the glass- unbreakable.
Dreams of submission, a misery untold.
Repugnance to tears, your smile unfolds.
A painted picture of a lonely cry,
The solitude of the moment, a peaceful lullaby.
An apparent rise, the deceitful mirage,
The bleeding face of Karma, slowly shows its victorious face-cards.

— The End —