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If Life were Trouble

I wondered if life were a trouble, how strong would stand my knees.
‘Cause then it won’t be my world to rule, and it’ll murder me in my sleep.
I wondered if I had in me the powers to battle,
Against things that once scared me in those dreams!
How I used to pray in such frantic expressions,
That peace showers if future has such needs.

I used to teach the reflections of me, that dreams aren’t the same world.
No matter how it burnt me every night, nowhere` long shall it ever whirl.
But the heart in me would pound as if,
It is struggling to keep me alive.
And there I beg from the gods for mercy,
That Heartbreaks are places I don’t get to arrive.

I wondered if life were a trouble, how strong would prove my heart.
How would it stand the withering realities, the trauma’s about to start.
Less I knew the streams would head me,
To shores I’ve been rowing against.
So soon would come the days of dark,
 And I can’t jump back as that past is fenced.

Now that I live on these lands, and I can’t escape this reality.
I keep breathing through the eroding laughter; and that Love is all vanity.
To realize this barren something is the new world,
And no angelic hearts keep surviving around.
How I have to accept in this static world,
Life ain’t no fairy tale, but just an isolation ground.

For now I feel that Life’s a trouble, look at those knees and heart!
I’m used to living the tragic miracles, being a board to the ruthless darts.
But I didn’t expect if it shall still bother me,
The greeneries of someone else’s lands.
No matter I stand on the deserts of futility,
I’d pray that heart and knees shall gracefully stand.

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