The Lost Thing
I lost my fairest thing
That's my own fault,
I never stop myself
It's a lost battle,
I never forgive myself
For this lose,
My breath go slow
Eyes still at one point,
Imagination stop
Realization on top,
Feel like a stone beat
In the place of heart,
As a corpse remain
Body cann't feel,
Melancholy spread
Nothing remain to live,
But still go ahead
Don't want other's bad,
Yet,curse fall on me
Give other's bless,
Yet, thanks to God
To give sweet dreams.
Nothing replace that
Even emerald not,
Whole the world
Short than it,
Always it still
Like the star Dhruv,
Deciever fate
That I get,
Never leave me
Really I 'm so bad
I think no,
Why I get
Targeted for it?
Tell what is
Going on.
Never dream
Never complain remain,
That I lost
My everlasting Hope.
But still I believe on
You my Lord!
That you judge me
Very well,very soon.
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