Hand as big as yours
Could ever break me down
Evil of me to imagine
Nowhere but in your palm
Lies my fortune
Never in the scorching heat
Did you melt down
But my swollen eyes
Set ablaze
That no rain can extinguish
Considerate I'd picked
To giggle
But no mask can conceal my face
Resting in your arms
I'd learnt
Darkest hour of the night
Can lull me to sleep forever
If devoid of your graceful ways
Days would've been a bit longer
To sustain
Had your place been void
God; mercy enough to grant
Me to rest on your lap
Till the last beat
I hope, hence living
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