Look At Horizones

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My eyes look at horizons and not blink Heart skips a bit, refuses to obey and sink Face turns pale from colour pink Endless struggle and so much to think I see the earth torn apart by season Water boiling to a level without any reason We have similar situation with troubles in lot I try to find out the trouble spot, Thought for a while it may heavily rain Concern or worry will no longer remain I always get panicky with bad news Things slip away from hand and unable to view Dryness on face with deep visible cracks As earth turns dry with patches black Green trees on sides but no shade Throat seems slit with sharp blade Rain and pain went away for good, I remained speechless without any mood Face reflected concern for shortage of food Strong efforts to come out of wood, Rain did not turn up in this season No certainty without any reason It caused so much worry and tension So much was at stake and in question Rain came at last but with little of water, No relief, no joy and situation still tougher No respite in addition to sufferings It is not end to………….. I sit and thin for no further hope Situation tight as if to walk on rope Days of isolation and unable to speak Future seemed hopeless and very bleak The position remains same and nothing is changed Nothing seems in order and properly arranged, Earth may show visible cracks and still will bear, I may not have that courage, and power to hear

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