Life keeps on moving by the way.
May be the appropriate way is far away,
Still the melancholy walks to bay.
How foul it sounds,
And follows the rounds.
And make circles with karma spellbound,
Is it anonymous or destined to happen.
Was it virtue or a tantrum,
Give me strength to abide this all,
Because I , human seek you prior to my fall.
Don’t make an empty driven hole either, show me the role or let it be drown.
As the oceans are full because of world, being so null , abide me with the mountain spirit to stand proud and still ,up high above the destined will .
Your creatures are confused ,why the world acted like a mule to the cruel.
It is willed so it will happen , just foster me with tangible impression to rest into the world with assigned session.
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