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The silence of the night keeps me awake ,
I lye-mind unfocused,thoughts scattered;
Everything seems jumbled up,
Why to even make the attempt to clear it all??

The things one holds dear,he tries to keep them near,
Yet they slip away- like fisted sand,
                   like drops of water held in one’s hand;
Why hold it all?
Lets trust other bonds to keep them from straying,
Bonds that are stronger than physical strength…..

At times its better to leave alone the mess,
Its certainly not needed to pretend to impress;

For things have a way of coming to their rightful places,
For time & circumstances have the power to reveal the real faces.

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