A Confusing tale...

Does God allow pain?
Or, Is it a basic human law?

Who tells our heart to break?
Like it is made up of cheap glass.

Why cannot trust be absolute?
The way it should matter to us.

The man in vain cries,
Do you think it graces the occasion?

Does extra mean more? 
And less mean enough?

To surround ourselves with troubles,
A situation complex to come out.

An audacious person's cup,
Filled with harmonious bittersweetness.

To utter long wailing cries,
It is a horrible creature of the imagination.

Does the truth prevail in harmony?
A resonant sound of trust!

An image made up of glory,
It ends with criticism in a derogatory manner.

Extremely delicate or refined,
It is too much to operate the roll.

Have we come a long way to the conclusion?
Because the road is too dark in appearance...




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