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Where shall it end

Roller coaster of emotions 

blind the eyes 

wish the sky; could paint with only blue 

yet again the fingers clenched by 

hearing the neighbours smirk 

why does the mind cry

he lived as a sage

Ordaining and shutting inside

with no tides surging inside

yet again the fingers clenched

tears shed from heaven

In anguish and pain

though he knew 

he was a lion 

he kept fighting 

to stand over toes 

while onlookers laughed 

laughed at his continuous mistakes 

days were counting 

once the ruler 

now in seclusion 

taken for granted became a ritual 

today sun rises for all 

why is it sunset for him 

when shall darkness depart 

when shall he sail 

he sacrificed all 

what he wished to acclaim 

no, his desires weren’t simple 

Walking through fire 

cause competition was intense 

did he lack competency 

he questioned 

for a moment; he swayed

Swayed by their criticism 

decided to end 

end the insanity 

which cried in his brain 

he shouted 

he plead 

for the noise to end 

what if the chaos could end 

end with only settling them 

 

why does the sky not reflect blue ?

why does the poetry not rhyme ?

why did  the river dry ?

why does the savings quenched ?

where shall it end ?