It has increased three fold times,
The burden in my hand,
As it has now become futile,
To push my legs and try to stand,
It was the impact of one mishap,
That has demarcated my life,
Between the worthy past,
And the future full of strife,
There were days in my past,
When my gesture were beyond extremity,
There was a hale of strength inside me,
That challenge my dreams with vanity,
It was that cursed mishap,
Which still rise my fear,.
It bereaved away my life and dreams,
And now hunts me as a nightmare,
From the moment I woke up,
From my fetal unconsciousness,
I found myself bodily impaired,
And tears washed away my face,
Though I feel the pinch and pain,
On the part whe
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