Life sometimes takes back too muchhi,
A little mistake and the pleasure is gone;
Happiness unadulterated
Never stays long...
Only tears are served free
On empty platter
With the hands of melancholy
Dug deep into your senses;
Cutting the new moon with a sickle
Is what remains,
As night grinds the time on and on.......
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