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The Glass Child –



Day after every night
When I look around
I sense myself passing
same old milestone as before

At the end of the road
Where satisfaction lives, I’ve to board
Every night is followed
By the bright day and hence
Hope of mine still breaths

As I continue to get afar
Same and old store
Of detriment I find
Where I indulge and get exasperated

As I pass more and more distance by
I find vestige of ache and suffer
I see different interstices and
every night it gets bigger and bigger

End of the road I now feel is an illusion
But my instinct always push me ahead
And as repercussion how can I forget
It’ll be difficult for me to find way home..