the grief of my heart
could never ever known by one
my soul and body are teared apart
took pleasure by some but felt by none
my sluttish time was mourning day and night
but which wasn't peeping was my plight
it seemed as a night grew darker
and the sentiments were even more sharper
the dawn of life which got some bliss
shared by none and caught a fall
when i see down, tears roll as i miss
but still even the virtue is no call
my drowning face became a history
but it do dwell in some part of a story
someone must be writing of my pain
but even wondering that is it in vain
the memories were swallowed by a spook
the worthless grief was its cook
i wander upon the high hills now
searching for a place were somehow
all the pleasure might get revived
but apparently it wasn't ever in my life... :(
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