Deep blue sky with bright sun
Hanging lilies in the brushes,
Waiting to be hugged by the bees
On their hunting days for honey
It is time for my garden of flowers
For hugs and kisses but alas,
No one bothered to look at them
Whirlwind of dirt clouded the air.
Out in the closed circuit
The combination lock is visible,
Someone secretly unlocks to suck the juice
Walking out sipping hemlock instead
Everything is so hideous
No one but me can see the cunning smile,
Deep inside, the sufferings are
Painful than can be measured
In the course of time when,
There will be no body to look around
For solace or compassion, too late
Because Point of No Return has been reached
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