In the game of pictionary, I was made to draw a portrait of yours. I picked up the paint and tried to do so. Seeing my hand shivering, I just planned to step down because the perfection cannot be drawn; it can only be felt. And that feeling to me seemed lost somewhere in the air due to the long gaps because of the sickness prevailing in your body.
Expected & accepted The life lied And reality distracted Leaving protected Family directed. The plea Staying back rejected Starting new Scared too Stepping steps Other side of doorstep The world waited. I hesitated For the final seeing To start believing To live while dreaming To see twin changing The domicile. Wishes, Lucks, Greetings Maybe self failed to share The ongoing changes. The night most feared Bidding farewell While few smiled The world left behind CRIED - Pushkin Channan
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