Sometimes it happens,
When you search something,
For that while you have nothing to loose,
Although you think you have already lost everything,
Thought out-pour, flows to opposite direction,
goes over the boundaries and outflows with your best time,
Thing seem to be squeezing,
All dimensions seem to be shrinking to one point.
That was your one of best moment,
And still you are crying.
What else you want,
Life has given everything to you
Stream of your thought,
Will takeaway everything away from you,
Stop thinking pessimistic,
God has already planned something good for you
Its gonna take a while,
Good times will come back to you.
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