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I was standing there, silent
Looking for words, supposedly proactive
And knew some way, that this is not the time
And perhaps it will never be that way for us, anyhow. 

This could be a story of our obtuse feelings
A story of some indigent souls
And a story of their egregious journey.

This could be a story of war, of winning or losing
But, I was feeling numb and shocked
To see him in such an awful pain
And he was crying without a single word
For his poor mother, a dying soul. 

This could be an inertia of our delirium state of  mind
A  delicate balance between our faith and frustration
And, None ventured to consecrate the course with further noise.
For, It is too hard to mediate the depth of sad moments at times.

But, It turned out to be a story not less than anything,
For understanding in awakening could be another virtue, 
Existing  in those pages of the book of life, 
Which is far greater, sometimes.
Perhaps far  greater than a trivial poem. 



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