Test

Standing on the platform I saw some vapid dreams,

My eyes sprinting horizon,

But often a mirage occurs,

It’s all wavy; a Conundrum of affairs.

A humdrum life?

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There is no looking back dear,

That now cannot be undone,

You know what, when I leave!

‘I will &’ m not here for the apologies, Certainly, one day will be deaf for your eulogy.’

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In the mist of brumal night,

When those balmy hands waved me..

I fleed away in the nebulous dungeon..

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I could make out through the fog

Your lucid smile.

Just be there..

I am not the one to hold;

Those hand.

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I am still Shackled by my vexing,

Still searching for my white dove,

But all proclaimed by poachers,

My tears sublimed in the murk,

Rest all smiles died in the dorky nights.

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Lies ahead are just vacant roads,

The veil my eyes had had retreated,

When lightning strucked me.

Some falls apart and some dies

That’s the tale of fighting souls.

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Standing on the platform I saw some vapid dreams,

My eyes sprinting horizon,

But often a mirage occurs.

It’s all wavy; a Conundrum of affairs.

But this life is certainly a test.

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