In life, there are times when you are all lost
To feel the pain more tormenting than of a holocaust.
The times when you are all alone,
When you see not the goal, but hurdle and stone.
Even the positive goings make you frown,
Leave apart the upsets that take you further down.
You find the whole world standing against you,
And you see them yelling at you.
You perished your soul, you ruined your birth
And now remains nothing to be unearthed.
The feelings that have been so far built
And through them creeps in the guilt.
In the midst of all the upheavals of life,
Is their any way that I can strive?
Is their any ray of light that can penetrate this darkness,
Or shall I have to continue in the same furnace.
Who shall uncover these cobwebs of myth?
To find out what actually lies underneath.
Let time only discover the answer,
Until then I shall consider,
That even the strongest steel gets its best,
Only when it clears the scorching heat test
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