The clouds of remorse;
are hovering over my skies,
Leaving my eyes moistened;
with tears, breathless sighs,
They’ve come by again;
to sadden me with their showers,
The thundering of its tempests;
to my mind, overpowers.
An impulsive emotion'
instigates me towards a drastic step,
Maybe the world would miss me;
if myself I give up,
But it’s my dreams and hopes;
that’s to be self-sacrificed,
Coz the book of my life;
is a mere slumber, un-awakened...
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