I drew a line and walked along with my life…
Only to reach from where I had once begun…
The struggles that I faced and all the strife…
A meaningless endeavour for God’s fun…
Success and failure are old time friends…
One rarely comes, other often drops by…
Emotion makes sense only when it ends…
My heart’s cold and rigid, don’t ask why…
Even the best in me slowly turns worse…
Benjamin had it better, ageing backwards…
I seem to pass through hope to remorse…
Losing on the way my faith and its rewards…
The yardstick of my life: the words within me….
Consumed selfishly before anyone could see…
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