Debacle badly in the midst of storm,
Couldn’t get chance
even to little groom,
Past have played
important in all that,
Trailed at every
instant, finished finally straight,
Left all alone exactly
at the final edge,
Now irrelevant is
grudges and the hedge,
Looking around and
found all ambiguous,
Gradually chances, relations
all become furious,
Doesn’t this journey result
of only fate,
Concluding that all
because of curses and hate,
Senseless is your tears
for the cunning people,
So silly is your
worries and time is too fickle...
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