Today,
I see what have I lost and what I got.
I made a dream come true,
But lost the person I cherished.
Why,
The loss is so hard,
It overpowers the gain.
You want it back.
And ready to leave the dream.
It feels,
The dream a mere transient happiness,
A volatile feeling of grin,
Among the hollow grim,
You lost something and you want that back.
You cry,
For the loss,
For the dream you got.
Lost pinches more,
than the sweet needle of dream.
Give away,
The dream you got,
After all the years you dreamt of.
For the one thing you loved,
That you thought will not perish.
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