A building made by immense struggle and effort. That collapsed due to a sudden storm. Collecting the pieces of the collapsed structure. I lost my own mind and the body structure. The language and gesture all went in vain. At a sudden surprise, I was left in pain. I didn’t cry but tears fell. The tree I planted ultimately fell.In the narrow passage of my heart, there was a hope. Searching for the way to convert that hope into a scope. Loads of loads of trouble were in the queue. Not aware whether this was a never ending queue. The journey which I started from the bottom of my heart. That came to an end which left my heart with loads of hurt. I enjoyed that moment a lot. As I have to build another plot. The plot with more immune capacity. That is capable of holding any tragedy.
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