Lost I was in the moment of despair;
Nothing I could do, but stand and stare,
Questions about capabilities and capacities were asked,
I had lost what I thought was my last chance,
Then came the time sweeping me off with it,
And I found how important it is not to quit.
Lost I was in the dashed hope;
I thought how will I ever cope?
This time it was matter of the heart,
Ruthlessly broken into pieces and parts,
Then came love sweeping me off with it,
And I found how beautiful it is without any limits.
Lost I was in the vicious routine;
And thought life has lost its charm and sheen.
I panicked because the days just passed by,
And some things needed to be accomplished before I die,
Then came life sweeping me off with it,
And I found there are infinite precious moments to cherish.
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