While he lay still, wide awake
And kept thinking for the old times’ sake;
he floated in his own world of beauty
When the alarm gave a call of duty
While the days are so bright with a song
The nights are dark and long
Like a circle without a start or an end
he found himself back to where it all begun
As the days come closer and the moment near
He is gripped with uncertainty and a deep fear
Disappointment and dejection is what it holds for him
Yet, it gives a comfort to him and his whims
With every sunrise he lived up with new hopes
No matter what, he knew, who he loved
But, days turned into months into years
The only remains left were his dried up tears
---Sriram
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