FUTILE

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In vain it goes,
The feelings, the efforts, the mindful chores,
Bickering is all I hear
After the emotions worth a crore

In vain it goes,
The steeps, the weeps, in air it blows
More than enough too is never really enough
Learning this I found myself froze

In vain it goes,
The time, the rhyme, as they doze
Unseen, Unheard is when one writes
But no-one cares is what it clearly shows

In vain it goes,
The dots then the thoughts, in the water it floats
If appreciated just enough
It's than just growth and glows...

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