08melancholy1-facebookjumboSandwiched between hope and distrust,

The soul seems distraught and divided—

Sometimes looking towards the welcoming skies,

In a hope to get rid of her melancholic survival—

To become a part of the bliss above;

And sometimes towards the moonless nights,

Expecting to get deep into the crust,

To become a part of the molten magma,

Waiting for a time to rise again,

To annihilate the survival of all above.

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