Walking
the path ….
People
perceived him as the way he acts, when he is not as they chat
For
him it’s a persona he wore, to hide love and responsibility from being sore
No
men know, he is wounded scar, not bearing the fruit of star.
The
grapevine of people has turned on him, as if he had a gallons wine
Through
all the pain, he outrageously challenges to keep himself sane.
Indeed,
he was right at the moment where he embraced love and adhere responsibility
But
karmic duty of life out cried the love he adored the most and put the duty as
his personality
He
cried to keep both as his part, and he fought with his soul and thought
But
the pressure of obligation walked his path to forgo the love he bravely fought
He
was cursed by both; as both perceive him to be responsible, and was to blame
Poor
he … has no source to blame, the blame fire burned the smile of his life’s flame.
Entrapped
was he, with the clutches and claws of decisions to choose one
Though
the thought of him desired both to be hung throughout the life he own
O
poor he… he is to bear the repercussion of his good intent with devils cone
As
if he was the evil of the evilest to be cast out with the chasing stone
Keeping
a tone of pain on his chest, the force of smile was shown his face
Bearing
the pinch and the pain of losing one of two has made him hold on nother case
Day
and night he prostrated and prayed for cohesion of two as one
Air
of in hale and exhale witness how dear he wanted two to be won
But the
vastness of space hindered his prayer that hitched him for cry
O
poor he has no path to walk the two, then to accept what is not in his pie
That
now has weakened him to stand tall, who dear used to find hole in a mole
So
the succumbing of life has been the personality of his him to be call
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