The camouflaged sword of time, in its single abrupt stroke,
Cuts through the flesh of friendship, love and hope,
Things fall apart, friendship grows stale,
In the midst of crowd, useless rat race,
It’s abrupt yet gradual…
Taunts are healthy, talents are dulled,
Quick and sudden fall from grace,
Innocence has a scar-studded face,
I’ve lost my grip, I’ve lost my pace.
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