What’s the point, of counting a milestone,
When in life, you are left all alone?
What’s the correct scale, for happiness,
When life is filled, with only misses?
What is your state, of sheer bliss,
When you spend each day, without a kiss?
What’s the second, when you know it’s all gone,
When life starts to feel, like a tragic song?
What’s the verdict, on scope for a future,
When each breath, is without nurture?
What’s your limit, for selfless care,
When each lonely moment, is filled in despair?
What’s the instant when love is lost,
When you are a complete stranger, to yourself from past?
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