The lone, the fallen, and the broken ones
Are the strongest people ever alive!
Where the cycle of hate and grief repeat in constant,
They ease the pain of everyday plight.
Their tears from restless cries
Flow down on their cheeks since midnight;
And the crisis breaks into multiple heartaches,
Then somnolence never come to their mind.
Thick skin and aloof distance
Are their defences from potent harm.
“No more attachments”, whispered once;
Yet yelled through thousands of storms.
But just like any other flower,
Soon will encounter another bee;
Dancing in circles, pollinating thee,
Then there you go bloom in beauteous tulips.
O love may come so easy and fast,
They cannot be tamed so quick in love.
And when chances knock so many times,
They welcome first the visitor with a million doubts.
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