The frame was frozen,
My life slowly moved.
A moment of happiness,
A lifetime of pain.
How was my girl,
How was her world.
Of pain in delight,
Of happiness in a fight.
I clasped vigorously,
All I got was a trail of silence.
I sobbed in front of the sun,
To be met by the lonely night.
Having not seen was better,
Having not believed was glory.
I lived to tell the taste of soup,
The salt having left,completely.
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- NISHANT DASH