life has been so rude
has been so crude,
am i at fault ?
or am i at hault?
questions like these,
a myriad in my mind
variety is the spice of life...........
colours of grief in my life....
a pillar i saw,
a force i felt,
all shattered i knelt
when smiles at my sorrow's pelt....
oh! why do you?
oh!why do you?
i wept a baby's weep
oh! why do you?
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