Dhaval Rathod

The Blue Dream River had forgotten to flow,
No direction and pace, neither fast nor slow,
Once high spirits had slipped down very low,
And once gleaming water had lost its glow.
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There were these ten things
I liked about you.
All those common things,
and nothing so new.
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I asked the Almighty, agitated,
You sent us down fully invigorated,
then,
Why emotions have been assassinated?
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Things are a little deranged, a bit askew,
the one who can set them straight is you;
A new life is rising, the day is new,
and the light of this dawn is you;
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A void in life, pitch-black,
‘am slippin' down deeper and fast,
Then I see light, a tiny speck,
Something hopeful at last,
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Why regret others' action or inaction?
I've made my point pretty clear,
I pity the world devoid of affection,
as my damnation draws near,
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Walking alone on the road,
My life whizzing by,
Eyes waiting and broad,
Hopes high but dry,
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As the sun promises to stay ablaze,
And infinitely commits to keep its gaze,
I miss you.
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How many important things are there?
Is it beauty, blood, bones or bond
that every living soul does share?
Or of a bag of bucks you are so fond?
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A mighty tapestry of a design,
and yet has horrible holes to exploit.
Originally purposed with intents benign,
then infected with malice of dacoit.
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Don't look around in the
quiet wind and the silent sea.
Look right into the eye of the storm,
and there you will find me.
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