The Only Bed, We Don’t Want..

Bed Only Want'

The only bed, we don’t want,
A dream like reality that really haunt.
Heart and pulse rate become low,
Also our hope and confidence rate remains in the same flow.
Yet to make them high,
For the first time, sticking the broken wings not to fly.
Dreams,responsibilities that are left,
Wants us back from the room where fate has swept.
Hearing curses for years,
Now Prayers are entering into ears,
From the same mouth with eyes full of tears.
Before us,
Over dosage of medicine and love.
Numbness in body and hope.
The fight for living,
May be my good wills defend and make me win,
Against the karma’s defender as my sin.

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