Having fallen into the graceful
silence,
A broken soul is to pay sentence,
In which spending ages in cage is a
gift,
Whereas feeding the rage has come
adrift.
Counting days from birth becomes
swift;
Thereby, you fight against realities
and dayshift.
Do you know how many you added with
prudence?
To reflect on the past in shame,
Celebrate the birthday so lame.
No way to avoid a sense of dread,
Stand against the fate and go ahead.
Another June 30th is
shining,
By which moment my heart is whining;
Indeed, what is salient is the few
people
Who have done nothing in my life but
rattle.
Life has inscrutable lessons every
second,
Which is why you are forced to
reckon
That so-called humans are forms of
ephemeral.
Whoever you have favoured is one
betrayal.
Blow the candles on the birthday
cake,
And remember the friends give or
take…
Just fake!!!
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