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Eyes partly open

Eyes partly open, in my slumber

I drag the listless body of mine

In no certain direction or destination

Reminiscing of few years back

Such was not the case

Eyes were much sharper

And the body much agile

Every step had zeal if not a definitive purpose

I could stand tall against anything…anyone

Now it seems so pointless to fight

Not that I am weak (It’s the soul I talk about)

But not so sure those things (Including people) would change

With their wide eyes and a narrow vision

So focussed into “I”, they feel it vain

To think others exist

More so, the spirit and soul for care and love

I could have had the same strength and jest

But for the lack of above…

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