Your subtle looks tell me,
That you everyday do;
Judge no more my love,
I am human like you.
The graceful days are gone,
Future looms in the dark;
Things will come Back to life,
Said the passing by lark.
I need your strength and care,
I need your positive word;
Anymore debate on this,
Would be silly and absurd.
Weighty silence filled night,
And the distress soul;
Want to voice it's pain,
Before the death takes its toll.
Stop pointing the flaws,
Look at my beautiful soul;
Tears almost on the edge,
I am toiling it hard to hold.
Don't point fingers at others,
Introspect your degraded soul;
Change your perplexed thought,
For mystery of life to unfold.
Make a move of your own,
Mind your graceful life;
Take a positive step,
Join hands with others to strive.
~Krishna Acharya
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