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Jan 2013
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.
Written by
Archit Srivastava
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