Thin blades of sunshine cut through layers of mists,
Bringing a strange sort of glow with traces of sympathy,
As I sat engrossed in my orgy of palatable solitude,
Where urgent, varied thoughts seemed to whirl my brain
This was a penultimate moment of groping through my gone days,
As I let my thoughts drag me in this unmapped journey,
All those thoughts made me remember the delights and pains of life,
Every one of them that made me who I am NOW
Time seemed to stand still for my sweet reflections,
As I discovered familiar pattern in my days,
That mysteriously piloted me in the same inexorable direction,
Of the fact that life offers no favors and no one should expect either
Nothing is permanent, as most are coincidental, obscure or transient,
That unexpected always happen in the wake of time,
As I watched a healthy branch sprouting from…
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