Garnished life and embellished destiny is very far away from. All the mortal are staring and gnashing at me. A question comes and rings over my head. Why? Why I am alone in this world with growing population? Why my bellow goes vanished with me? Wht the V.I.P's whisper become louder than yell?
I hav a life but my life has no materialistic value. There is no one after me to pour enough on my tenderness. Happiness comes and goes but never makes my heart smile out. I again wonder, does my life consist of tearful eyes, fearful hesrt and a deardful future only? May be my heartbeat is to stop on my footpaths bed with my bag's pillow and the sky's shade with which it started.
People say "Everyday is a brand new day" but for ne everyday a new sun rises from one mountain and hides behind the other but shows no ray of hope to somarsault my future.
"Happiness" the words is all mwningful in my dreams only but alas! My dreams are not enough to break their walls and fly into my reality. To collect the reuseable goods is the ultimate goal of mine and even those convocated goods seems ethereal.
Sometimes a flower of hope cones to my life but unfortunately gets lost into the mass of thorns. It is not that no hands come to take care of m. They do come time and again, but I am trying to recognise the correct ones that could take me far away from my rotting life to a blooming one.
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