I believe, life is a beautiful present
I try to give my best in the present
Usually, it engulfs me in the wee hours
To make me a slave in the relationship of ours.
Dear ones are fooled by the happy masks
I wear, eerie memories like masque,
celebrating my dead recur, I feel like a hole
I yearn for someone to understand my whole.
The demons play its role very well
That I am convinced to jump into the well
Suddenly, the wails of my son I hear
Soon anew life of hope begins here.
Elated and without much ado
I muster courage to bid adieu
I stare right into the demon’s evil eye
I vow to fight till its defeat for aye.
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