Gloomy verses were never my pick,
Glad ones, to read and write, I'm quick.
But the two-sided coin of life
Tossed 'tween glee and strife
Calls to mind
The edicts that bind
This mere mortal soul
To the world as a whole.
A moment that is permanent?
Nothing is more impertinent.
Upon Bonds- I much depend,
Perhaps, my ways, I must mend.
For, this soul can bear
Neither a loss-evoked wear,
Nor the tenebrous urn
It falls in, upon spurn.
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