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Masterpiece...

Things just goes on...
Gives very little time to move on...

Memories gets added every moment...
Good or bad, when looked back feels recent...

I create and it gets destroyed...
It happens again and again, then I try to avoid...

Still that fragrance of hope remains...
All of a sudden I stand again, to wash away my pains...

I know that I'll again break down...
But in that moment, its my time to knock it down...

This cycle goes on...
I feel I could never see dawn...

But with all these anguish...
One day I'm sure I'll flourish...

This spark vanishes in the mist of anger and despair...
But the truth is its always there and when time comes its a flare...

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Abhishek Gorale

A software engineer by profession and a curious blogger by will. An ambivert who balances his creative and geeky sides.


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