The day he suppressed those tears
And shed it in solitude and silence
He attained the inner conviction
That he is for sure an orphan
The day when she whom he trusted
Giving reasons and excuses, betrayed
Deep inside there was a whisper
That 'you are definitely an outsider'
The day when he realized the reality
That everything was a drama of necessity
The drops appeared on forehead, instead of eyes
And the feet followed the path of loneliness
Indifference of god to dreams
Insincere words of empty consolations
Made him an adherent ardent
Of dissection and detachment
mashoodkk
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