With No Mood
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With no mood
The soul must remain
Sans pain
With no agony
And trusting only an almighty
You may feel hatred
And forced to be led
By destructive ideas
With intermittent pause
This develops confusion in mind
And you can't find
Real answer to what is happening
It is only saddening
It is only temporary phenomenon
With total supremacy of demon
You are having defeated tendency
And forces to make no move immediately
You feel isolated
With mood not excited
Gloom has field day
But forget it for time being and get not carried away
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