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The grass is greaner on the other side

Waiting for the night to be through,
Waiting for morning to dawne,
Waiting for dew to moist,
Waiting for the sun to hold on,
Waiting for shadows to shape the destiny of my soul,
Waiting for your footsteps to fail,waiting for the vacuum of it whole

Waiting for the lesson learnt
Waiting for the clock that struck
Checking the dam that overflowed
Meeting the bridge of hope untold
Whitening the errors I made along
Singing the spiritless song of mourn

Matchless seas of sorrow build,
Worthless tears of salt distilled,
Have won nor lost this childish game,
Green blades of envy prick me to pain

The grass is greener on the other side I learnt,
Move on the mind says, compass unturned

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JS said…
Look around Sugandha! You are already on the greener side, just need to wake up to it!
2:23 am
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