Alone I am though among all my nearest and dearest,
In oblivion as a valueless article of nobody’s interest.
A nagging bane & blight I am on happiness of their life,
Sore of their eyes, object of their curses unmindful, rife.
Hateful gazes pierce through the heart, afflicting agony,
Tears, I hold on the verge of spilling, nothing but destiny.
The last of the journey could be so arduous and a dread,
Scorching sun overhead, when my own shadow vanished.
Solitude I would endure with memories of yesteryears
Wait for the inevitable to happen, shedding all the fears.
No heart burns, no qualms, a time of retribution or amend
Let peace be my companion, no hate but all love in the end.
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