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Archit Srivastava
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Jan 2013
Hell.
I lived like a baby cuddled in life's *****
Only to realise that what life had in store for me was all rotten
I traveled along on the boulevard of shattered hopes
My mind held captive by life's prosaic ropes
Life, a cursed necessity inflicted on myself
A terrified soul in my body dwelt
No one as it seems had the answer
To what could overcome this deadly cancer
I could never understand's game plan
The divine goodness which He created I could never stand
The unfathomable skies tried to lure me away
Only to realise that I was to go nowhere but to stay
In constant delirium choked remained my thoughts
Misery and breathlessness was only bought
The leaves of hope in autumn lay trampled
Spring in my time never seemed to happen
Only loneliness came through my door
In the tree of aspirations, fruits never bore
So I left life and chose hell
It was only place where life's enslaved mind could sell
And ages hence; today my gay soul to me it tells
How it used to wander away in the peaceful streets of hell.
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Archit Srivastava
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