Futile fair:-
It's the sound that haunts me...
kills me almost in a second...
pushes me in an absolute darkness...
thoughts of it numbs my senses...
Can you listen to the cries,
of an old crippled mind?
that once nurtured dreams to come true,
sitting in the corner of a room...
A picture so perfect once...
being destroyed by sheer negligence,
deliberately vanquished by strokes of indifference;
crushed desires weeping alone...
trampled by the daily chores of existence.
Eyes poor to stare at the fast pace of life...
hands wide open for a caring touch...
legs struggling hard to lift, the self...
from its mourning rage, sympathising...
Begging even for a tinge of care n love...
stepping forward to the unknown yet Ultimate Truth...
What is life but a futile fair...?
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