I look back
I have crossed the track
I have tread miles and miles
I have scored with a smile
a long track Is behind
a long innings of a kind
now I think long about them
my heart bleeds pitiably
my heart was ripped possibly
not that I suffered
not that I struggled
a cause of a shock
being discarded by those
who could never have
who would never have
Well, let me not go into details
as it would make me a being frail
I have come out of it for good
a reward to me and to my brood
forget it says my mind in a command
yet,
my heart bleeds with a demand.
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