Article: Plain Scribbling
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Plain Scribbling
Am again singing the lover's serenade
and mesmerized by the conventional moon's shade
My two eyes explicit its seasonal lusterBut I'm not a bit in love, not now, maybe never
Coz I have reached the zenith of ecstacy
and have stumbled down deppression's deep sea
And so the very fibres of my heart and soul was scarred
I was devoid of freedom; a being with a bounded heart
I never did hold my hands up high
nor, amidst the excruciating pain, did I cry
for I believed in the existence of Pandora's last creature
Though it stole my sharp sight; my ticket to ridicule
I was as vulnerable as I always am
But he held true to his promise as a man
So when I finally lost the one my heart longe...
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