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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