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It doesn't matter ...



For whom am I living?
For whom will I die?
My existence doesn’t matter,
How hard I may try!

Dozen acquaintances and a family,
Some understand some ignore,
How long to ask for console?
Most of them got bored!

Tears, the eternal buddies,
Will flow and accompany, till you are at ease!
They comforted when u opened your eyes,
Will stay till you surrender and cease!!




Aimless I breathe..                         
And count the hours that pass,                           
Wish I knew the breaths in account..
To know, how long will it last..!!

Hope is the worst thing,
It shouldn’t exist,
It keeps you prolong..
Which couldn’t  last long..!

Traversed so far but didn’t reach anywhere,
Still no clue ..
If it doesn’t even matter?
For whom  am I living ..?
For whom will I die…?

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