A day came, the day believed
As a god born, at dusk that day
Advent celebration everywhere, but I cried
Amid these, something struck me that day
Neither I felt it, struck
Nor realized it'll affect
Naive my tender days left
Nonchalant my heart ignoring its effect
Danced and played every day
Dream't and lived in my world
Dawn till dusk spent with friends
Days and all went this well
Dances and plays cant be seen
Dreams and fantasy turned to dread
Disdainful thought my friends
Days and all turned this dark
Afterwards realized the advent of the stroke
Amiss felt I, alas found I'm
Alone in my heart
Alone in my soul
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