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Time is the sole witness
To his life in perpetual mess
A creature of his own
Feeding on fears
And he rallies from it alone.

Desperately in search of
Pots of gold
Never once looked up
To remember the saying often told
What he sought could be found
At the rainbow’s mould

Over and again he let go
Of all that was good and true
Only to pawn his life
For those, who made
Him feel blue

So lament, he did day and night
On all he thought he was denied
Never realizing, he once had all
That could be gifted by a God’s might.

-Sahiba Gupta 19/04/014 11:32 A.M.