And is nothing quite so drear
Not handed by someone just known
But who were to be near and dear
Is it really one's own fate
That brings on this stalemate
I know, can't bend no more
But castigations don't abate
I gave my heart and soul
By bushels and not just dole
Their pain became my own
Mountain for them, my knoll
No, not showing my ire
Feelings stoking my fire
Always wearing others shoes
Find myself bind in mire
Wanted to keep those bonds
Unfurling emotional fronds
I'm letting you go off now
As you make your own inroads
And I do have to realize
Not doing so won't be wise
Who I view as so close
Don't even know my plight
Wanting to scream in pain
All complications in vane
Like poking holes in a boat
In the middle of ocean plain
Life's lessons to them don't matter
Doling out pain, they swagger
I'm trying to keep it together
Brushing elegant strokes, not splatter
Not easy to rock my boat
Perforate or heart you tore
Life's pretty much like the Sun
Down one day, again it's begun
Don't matter if clouds are dark
Flowers bloom with sounds of skylark
See cooling rains on horizon
My meadow will be alive again
Manjari
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