Nishu Sharma

Love is not the only art,
There are many more roles to play.
Its not the central theme of life,
Many more debts we have to pay.
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Probably it was the last night,
when stars were in sight.
the moon was full,
And did shine bright.
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In trifling hopes of bright tomorrows,
Accomplished life spans.
On the paths some wide and narrow,
goodness lost its chance.
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Its the height,
What a hurting plight.
Though born to live,
But just merely survive.
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There will be an evermore craving to write,
Cause life will never transform its addiction to cast surprise,
I have attained a prolonged quest in disguise,
Then burned out and fell to write.
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When we get tired of hot weather and declared is the draught,

when we get sick of breaking hopes and condemn to have anymore,
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Life keeps singing the song of surmise,
and till faints of wings, the fancy falls and dies.
We move through strange realms, under unfamiliar skies,
Getting pain for it all isn't worth a prize.
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