No More

As usual the Sun rose and shone bright.
And the tide - twisted & Turned at the height
Pretty Bright is that same peculiar light,
My loved ones are still held tight.
Still I will be brooding that peculiar lovelight.
  In short same will be that sight
-sight of hatred, ignorance and lit bit happiness

With Age
My patience when teased will turn to rage,
Gradually I'll loose my control- Utterly I'll change.
Let me admit Currently I am in Maze.
                   I proclaim
Still I am Wondering reason for my rage
But, Everything begins and sums up in Maze
Trying and will ever try to turn this page
I question
What is reason for my this slavery?
Why is it vanishing my Bravery?
Never will be I on the road of slavery.
Soon this painful breath will cease.
And there will be final end.
-chapter ends..

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