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Jun 2014
What is hope, but survival instinct clothed in the charade of optimism?
What is love, but fear overpowered by a communion of the afraid?

While the real 'wait' for the next sunshine to be something new, something different..
Torments only those who are helpless in the true sense,
Whom we pass by but fail to succor everyday..
While true love awaits, in the eyes of children waiting,
only to be looked at, picked up, embraced and put to sleep at night...

Truth falls short of the reverence it is held in at times,
And religion comes to a rescue of sorts,
Only prolonging what is inevitable ,
A swindling yet desperate fight,
A lie concocted to keep the mind enslaved.. Called Life!!
More of musings than poetry
Saksham Garg
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Saksham Garg  36/M
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