This is the most strenuous
one.
A battle the
physically disabled also fight.
This is something
nothing and no one can escape.
Victory and defect
mean to the same to the world.
Within, you nurse
each ….
As it is always
you who wins.
But it is also
always you who loose.
By the time the
celebration is in …
As you turn to
shower the joy,
Oops! You can no
longer access the one you were fighting for.
Ah! You already
lost the one you are fighting for.
The world might
state you redefined yourself
Or you are
starting a new life.
But it is a feast
that not even that ghost would join.
This is what
happens when you lose yourself.
Time, destiny and
breath give you dimensions….
You continue
painting a smile that keeps tainting.
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