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Stones of Pain

Is it the work of karma of the day,

I tend to push people away.

 

Is it fear of hurt or hate?

I tend to push friends away.

 

Am I afraid to walk the mile,

Afraid to have my hands all tied.

 

Is it the work of life or fate,

I tend to push people in my life away.

 

I realized only a few days back,

This pressing question that has attacked.

 

Is it me and the people I attract?

Is it me alone at that?

 

Is it my aura or something I did?

Is it my past or past life instead?

 

I don't know the answers or the reasons behind.

If there is someone out there who can help me find.

 

Answers to these questions and questions they will remain.

Never to be answered, my stones of pain.

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Written by
kittu
Indian
Published
Mar 8, 2017
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#friends#life#pain#god#sadness#questions#philosophy#karma
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