Life was not so isolated ever in the, Past where even the encrypted, Eruptions were never so strange to, Everybody knowing the fact that, Behind every complex situation, There is a simple solution to keep, Life moving smooth sailing through, Hardships sooner or later because, Somebody somewhere around was, There to hold the hand and show, Right path in a very natural way, Even if I was standing there in, Entangled and estranged roads of, Life I was never too down and, Drowned as it has become now, Because of breathlessness and, Losing my Xenagogue.
I am not sure if I will be back on, Track after losing all my hopes, Getting every single prayer lost, In vain not resisting my pains and,Disdainful feelings wondering in, Mind that has forgotten to regain, Back with the power of prayers, Mindfulness and meditation now, Fearing every moment on slippery, Muddy path that is so uncertain of, Potholes and puddles underneath, Making every step full of surprises,Every step I take I pray to get back, That time when things were not, That bad even though troublesome, Times were there but not that, Painful, tearful, and fearful because, Every step I had my Xenagogue.
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