Dreams do not bloom by wish alone,
They wait for hands to make them known.
Not stars, nor fate, can see them through,
'Tis heart and toil that make them true.

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No hands to hold, no voice to ask,
No warmth to shield the nights so vast.
No one to see the pain I hide,
No one to stand here by my side.

Five long days, I watched you fade,
Second by second, breath betrayed.
One by one, your body broke,
Deep in that coma, lost in smoke.

I wished to burn, to turn to dust,
But none to hold, none I could trust.
They called me loud, they called me vain,
Mocked my sorrow, mocked my pain.

God made the stars, the endless sea,
But in my heart, He lived through me.
I built a world in Him so wide,
Yet He betrayed, He turned, He lied.

Now silence lingers, cold and deep,
A love once vast, now mine to keep.

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Shadow of pain fell upon her face,
All my prayers vanished without a trace.
Voice once strong, now lost in air,
Every plea met with empty stare.

My heart shattered, torn apart,
Yesterday she held me, now she departs.

Memories haunt me, night and day,
Oh, God, why take her away?
Mother suffered, yet You stood still—why ignore my aching will?

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Please, God, don’t turn your back
Rescue heal her from this endless pain.
All I ask is one more day,
Yet my cries are all in vain.
Every tear falls, lost, unseen,
Return my mother—heal this fearful dream.

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She lay there silent, yet I heard her scream,
Trapped in a body that stole her dream.
Eyes that once shone with endless grace,
Now searched for life in a vacant space.

Once she danced, so free, so bright,
Now frozen still, lost to the night.
Her voice, once warm like the morning sun,
Faded to whispers—then there were none.

She fought each breath, she fought each tear,
Yet disease took all she held dear.
Her hands, once strong, now frail and weak,
Reached for me—but couldn’t speak.

I begged the heavens, I cursed, I cried,
As she suffered and slowly died.
Not even love could stop the pain,
Not even prayers could break the chain.

She was my world, my light, my guide,
And I watched helpless as she died.
No peace, no mercy, no gentle end,
Just agony that would not bend.

Now she is gone, but the pain remains,
A hollow ache, an endless rain.
And if there’s a God, I ask Him why—
Why must angels suffer when they die?

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The thief of time,
Stole our life's chime.
Left us in silence to weep,
Where her memories always creep.
Smiles have faded into tears,
Heartaches through the years.
Your hands once held and sheltered us,
Love's tender touch lost in dust.

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Pain is a silent strom which no one sees,
It grips heart and brings one on their knees,
With its invincible chains that bind so tight,
It steals the colour from its brightest light.
It follows day and night,
In brightest hour it dulls sight,
But in pain strength is found,
A seed of hope is in deep ground.
Although the scars never fade,
They shine as marks of battles braved,
Even life becomes a nightmare,
In tapestry of life we well played,
When threads of pain weave the heart,
Path to God is never apart.

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When individuals pursue particular emotions without consideration for it's consequence, they often experience dysfunction and detachment from reality. Emotions serve the purpose of aiding us in responding to the world around us, rather than dictating our actions .Don't act according to your emotions. It is advisable not to pursue feelings, take responsibility and respond accordingly.Emotions are always dynamic whether they are perceived as positive or negative but once you do something the particular act give you permanent responsibility for doing that very act,acting according to your emotions can lead to adverse outcomes.Stay alone and silent when you are emotionally unstable.

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Love is like a modern warfare rather than concert at pavilion.

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