The trembling voice of tears, 
The crying beats of shivers. 
The disheartening pain of wounds, 
Was the feeling of my heart mound? 
Never negativity was my take, 
But when positivity leave me for the sake. 
I was drowned in the hopeless lake, 
Who was powerful enough to revive me and make? 
Once I thought it's over, 
Because no one came to cover. 
My sorrows were like a shower, 
And I was a sad drowner. 
Was it still I could revive back? 
To the positive attitude today I lack. 
Was it still I could come back? 
To the destiny of wealthy pack. 
My heart says to me no regrets on your ways. 
So should I ask the creator to accept my prays? 
When no hope is in my brains, 
Should I ask the creator to build my veins? 
Was I or my hopes shattered? 
Was this world heartless or my heart wrenched? 
I could not hear, I could not see., 
For I have a painful heart of hurt which is blind to see. 
The dim spark of a bright nurture, 
Was enough to make a right future. 
Though my morale down and low, 
I revived back up and slow.
A painful heart of hurt... 

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