Who in storms of great catastrophe bore holes in their ships?
Or in an unsteady walk on a rope gets distracted to trivialities?
Yet in continuous suffering to inevitability did you not yield.
Immersed in sweats that proved nothing but folly did you persevered redundantly.
Mere believing in change despite the relevance that stood in front of you everyday.
Setting aside the ticking ego to let making best the future.
Till change instigated good effect and your ego exploding like a balloon in thorns.
Abandoning the best reason to stay and siding with the voice that sang praises in your head.
Loosing the links that connected bloods and founded bonds.
And here i am, a stranger in your world,
Without map and less patience to find your soft islands.
Here we are, clueless and filled with raging fury of your life-altering choice.
And here we are, wishing to go back to our fantasies that garnished our encounter.
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