No day goes by without my consent-
To thank the ones who's time has been lent,
To me, my worries and my silent woes
For every second they have given is a treasure trove
Even as I lay here in my sleepless insurrection
I can't help but feel a ponderous detachment,
From all I adore, care for and sometimes fear
I feel the need for a definite interaction
I take a stand here in my own lyrical way
To tell every one: I try not to push them away,
These scars which I could always feel
Have taken up flesh and started to heal
Though I don't guarantee your section is secure
For now I invite the soul of contrite
For a chance to be cleansed by the pure-
Solitude of this fine cloudy night
If one wish could be made in this revelation
To be brought true by the gods themselves,
I would inquire to set fire to this jubilation
And spread its light to my dear ones as they delve-
Into their lives; a string of lakes,
Filled with the concept of quintessence,
And let it be true- sworn by this solitude
That such joy never leaves their presence
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