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A Plead of Apathy - Original Poem
The autumn can never complain; they are not supposed to.
They can only be jealous of the serene seasons.
However, the fact lies in the biggest lie
That the autumn dies no more for a reason
A plead of apathy was returned undone
Into the misty and gloomy oblivion
And when the dark blood flows beneath the river
The humanity suffers, and the lovers shiver
The high skies do not wish anymore, for the goodness I guess
I guess they are tired enough of all these pricks
But In this dying world; the ever-reluctant will (Will = Desire)
Somehow always manages to trick
I tried the same; I tried exactly the same
But the nature tricked me and I woke up on a different note
I was befooled by the beauty and the glamour
And later missed the life that was indeed too short
I thought the nature could wait, to delay the inevitable
I thought the death could wait, to be more generous and pleasurable
But a plead of apathy - along with me - was returned undone,
And I was sent back to the misty and gloomy oblivion.