It Takes Time

Incongruous enthusiasm and bleak optimism

Discarded time picked up time and again

The profanity of repeating the despairing acts

Wily thoughts torment the mind with each word

There’s no difference, but a lot of indifference

Falsely praise the acumen acquired thus

Love, a distant feeling; ne’er the heart feels

An undertone of melancholy tinges the day

The desire to pick up the fragments of time

Realignment of the stars and their sparkles

Distant prayers are lost in the revolving sphere

Waking up from this time is the soul’s calling

As light veins a new life with flowing optimism


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