You have been up all night, today,
Yesterday, and a couple of days before
Wondering about metamorphosis
And the love that turns sore?
Every time you think it’s forever
A grenade of surprise explodes?
Every time you love and lose-
Do you think your soul corrodes?
Hopelessly, every sunrise, you keep
Weaving words to indite a rhyme
Only to realize,
Your heart is so heavy, it has become
A paperweight for ardor of a lifetime.
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