Reality


For every while,we think a lot...
For every time,we dream a lot...
But what actually it is exactly...
We never thought.,

Our senses reach far and wide...
Our tenses remains for just a while...
But what actually it is exactly...
When we have to suffer a lot...

When time comes to know who is better,
Nobody comes to take care.
Only I,me and myself
Who is never to care...

No hope nor any wish at all
Because it's just a blind faith..
I have ever learnt to get...
And actually this is the reality..
no movies nor fun...
Only sorrow and end..

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