Unclaimed Realities
Thorns and shackles, bumbles and hurdles
Tears are nothing but fountain of pain
How hard we try to fix everything
Seems like a piece of work In vain
Deep inside I am heartless and cold
They think I am so flawless and bold
Who knows deception is my expertise
I fix my face with a smile and a mold
Life is happening, people are dying in hoards
Some say its circle of life, rest say it’s unfortunate
My brain and thoughts are spinning in circles
Just wish to stand still until “the quite” is allured .
Copyright © M. Sana | Year Posted 2015
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