Ominous dark and racing wind
Bleak weather and brightness dim
Still water, a kid ran
A man sat, with all the worries he had
Begging his saviour to kill him
Wanting his everlasting anxieties to free him
To find peace among the bustling crowd
To shut everyone, who has a sound.
He has started hating his love
He'll have to forget his forever one
Wishing everyone to go away
While they wanted him to dance and sway
Guilty they were not but the situation was
They being just like others, we were from different Gods.
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