No otherwise was,
No solace from dedicated past,
And I had to walk with self –lighted torch,
Amidst the friend-faced, indifference.
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ore of the poisonous missiles on innocence. For my unequal, the Pity itself rises, To erect a wall to hide my maddening trance! - Beautiful poetic lines, a well composed poem.
Thank you Shakil Ahmed for your appreciation.Regards