The World

The World elegy

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Since the very beginning of the world,
It seemed beautiful.
It took me to the darkest of the sky,
And to the deepest of the ocean.
This world meant to be sly
This world was nice to me,
So was I ,even more.
This world was a twisted lie.
This world became cruel,
So was I.
They gave me hell lot of experiences
They forced me into gamble of philosophies.
But I chose to make memories,
That memories cannot be forgotten
Though they can’t be replaced
They belong to the heart
Heart which is broken into pieces.
That heart ,that has been closed,
Since it was last raining
Since she was last waiting
When the heart stopped beating.

You will continue to expect,
The world will continue to disappoint.
The world made the worst out of me,
But it’s the best I can be.
This world has changed me,
Then they say she has changed.
They made me like this,
Or what they could wish.

Now she dances for herself,
To wipe the tears, to hide the pain,
To raise herself,to walk alone in the lane.
The world seemed beautiful again.
As it made her strong, it’s the girl’s gain.
No stitches, no scars won’t hurt her anymore,
Coz it doesn’t feel anymore.
She is really thankful to the world.

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