Some pains don't indeed heal,
To you, It becomes habitual.
Past's ran with wheeled heel,
But you still can't take it too casual
Busy, burnt-out days, beneath chases,
You flee hither and thither like flies.
Blindly, on the ground, your toe traces,
Heart full of wound, carried out by lies.
A moment you stop and blink,
Where this meaningless run will lead !
What did it so far bring !
If nasty hasty days sum up life--its arid.
Your closed eyes meet a soul--
Seeded with solitude and sorrows
It when opens,the vision glances the world
And the fate of yours, devoid of happiness
~ Mercy
