Humans always seek the source of pain,
Memories are the source of the drain.
Yet, they put a smile on our face,
Only to remind us of the haunting trace.
As joy lost its meaning,
Thy soul needs cleansing.
Written books, experienced moments,
The heartbeat of happiness pauses.
Reminders of the songs that are nothing but dust,
Fragment of memories was left in the past.
Na, na, na, shouted the little kid,
Without being aware of the arrogance pit.
The struggle of standing on feet is sufferance,
Past and heartache have no difference.
It is time to close the curtain,
The stage has lost its jerkin.
Emotionless, the light has faded,
Undoubtedly, the cost of the lost was paid.
Pale face, unlike a clown's, has appeared,
With no paint, the tears have been exposed.
Yet there is still a warm smile as if the sun shone,
Hanging on a tight rope, the boy has grown.
Each day, remnants of joy are gifted to him,
Unfamiliar events, familiar memories within,
Thoughts of how dumb he has been,
An unnerving feeling, heating his skin,
Sounds of cheerful memories remain as a din,
The last fragment of hope remains.
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