End

A green covered tunnel view

The heart whispers to the eyes,
To hold back the tears for a while.
The soul screams in smothered noises,
Why unfairness lies.
The mind pours thoughts of optimism,
To keep the spirit intact and healthy.
But there are moments in days,
That put the essence on stake.
Why the bonds appear so vague,
And the realization of existence aches?
Life, at times is a treat,
And the other moment, a tragedy.
Tough spells are always there,
But why the streak hinders to end?

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