I had mocked at ‘life’s unfair’
Diluting cynicism with ‘believe’
I had rendered my friends a patient ear
Withdrawing from the core’s finite pool
When my soul limped under stress
I took a sabbatical to refill my cup
I believed, my tribe will be there
After a dozen years of selfless love.
When I called out, I heard my own echo
There was no one, near or far
The truth sank in, I silenced my thoughts
Giving my sweet lies, yet another chance.
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