We live with our demons,
As well as our dreams;
And die with our secrets,
Our lost loves,
Our unfulfilled wishes.
Our life starts in a line,
Ends with a full-stop,
And all the crests n troughs in 'tween,
Make it a lively graph.
It takes a lifetime,
Still we can't confront our demons,
And live a free bird;
So in chains,
We live all our lives,
Unable to break the shackles.
And finally,
Death- the great leveler- descends,
Breaks the chains,
And liberates.
How does it matter,
Who cried for you,
When you are not there
To witness...???
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