There are
things ought to say,
Some things
you’d rather not blame,
For all the
confusion is pain,
It takes a
whole lot of understanding to clear its way.
At times,
the day a bit gloomier,
When all the
days it was untrue,
The sun is peeking
behind,
Waiting for
that one moment to shine.
To hate how
things happen,
Is not the
real meaning of fate and love.
But to know
the right time should come,
Is all what
life can all but give up.
A hole so
deep in every man’s heart,
Is to fill
it with all the yearning he got,
With right
amount of life,
Of people,
of memories and love.
So, tell me…
what’s in it for us?!
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