Lost in the Fumes of Agonies

A person sitting in dark


Seeing her going strength to strength,
My heart pumps with pride.
But the constant pains of life on her,
Fades my smiles.
My hands are crossed,
For Lord, you are the one who can bring accord.
Why fate is uncouth,
When the human efforts are pure and polite?
When actions should speak the tales,
Then why the assumptions are fade?

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