Dreams, memories, paths passed,
Oh’ how wonderfully ecstatic all were!!.
Lights in dreams turned off,
Memory lines Blocked.
Oh’ how foolish you were to step on that treadmill,
Set, executed with all bells and whistles.
What hurts more is the knowledge,
How pathetically I failed to save you from it all.
Now that your life as a fantastic ‘circus’ you celebrate,
Why not forget the past?
Why not forgive each other?
Why not hold the hands in union for the future?
Hey’ Every ‘circus’ needs a clown isn’t it?
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