Long ago,
Some years down the lane
I had crucified myself
And my life
Deserted me on the journey
Probably attitude did not allow
Me to turn back
The heartless frame
Walks, runs , thinks
Everything but
Forgot that
living is more important than life
Good were those days
When pleasure walked aside
Good were those days
When laughter played with me
That imprint is
plunged deep onto
sands of my memory
And life somewhere
left behind
But still kept walking
Could only see the destination
But not understand
Why I am being dragged
Till there
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