Severe The Bond

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I thought for a while But offered no smile As it was enough of hell But I tried for fragrance to smell As we have no time To look around sometimes It becomes necessary To come out of worries If you are hurt Then try to be alert Give no second chance for it to occur Sing nice song or whisper Why is it so in routine life? Why we make it sharp like knife Sometimes our behavior becomes intolerable That adds to tension and invites trouble He was harsh on me So cruel in dealing and not keeping free All sorts of abuses and filthy language I thought of bird in cage How can he be so illiterate? Does not know how to feel relation and relate? I hated his approach and regretted I thought life was simply ill fated I would love to blow like wind New coolness in life to find Simple shade under tree will do I shall feel it really true I shall not severe the bond For which I was very much fond But that seems not to last more I shall have to think afresh therefore

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