Vision

Dustypages of my life
Could no more breath now
Only will remain open wide
To the yawn of time
Seldom has it sprung and
Dreamt in solitude
Between two choice of
Life to be or not to be
Having no charm and
No clear art of living
Freakish, pale moves
Has emptied the zest
Knotted with
Loveless dream
Loveliest hours have slipped away
Tearing the happiest song
From the heart
Killing the full moon night
Looking at the cloud of doubts
But in the midst of all turmoil
Calmly now I counting my luck
To pluck the eternity
From the hazy glass of time
To nestle the vision and light
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