The sparks within, that forced me to live in. Fizzled out like a flickering candle, the sorrows, the pain are very tough to handle. The soul died. with all the hopes, dreams and expectations to which it was tied. The honesty and innocence faded, that thrived beneath a little shade. All the consolence will be now in vain, My life will be barren without any rain.
©prashujya
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