As a desperate wait before each breath I take,
It makes me wonder, my life, is it a mistake?
Scurrying along from an early morn to a late eve,
Gently, my life oozes out, of the soul’s fine sieve.
The drops that trickle at the end of the day,
Some moments in them reside and forever stay.
I regret to have lost my life in them,
And none but me, is to be there, to blame.
I crave to reach the lap that cares for me,
The longing eyes back home wait for me,
I see my maa as she cooks a simple dinner,
This illusion leaves my soul, a little cleaner.
I want to repay, I want to repay, my soul’s sacrifice
As each day, it died a death on the precipice.
And left me hanging to enjoy this worldly dream
In this world of phantoms, am a sarcophagus’s scream.
As a desperate wait before each breath I take,
It makes me wonder, my life, is it a mistake?
Scurrying along from an early morn to a late eve,
Gently, my life oozes out of the soul’s fine sieve.
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