When clouds of happiness hovered above my head,
Less reasons were there for my tears to shed...
When people cherished me with love and care,
And about worldly matters I was hardly aware...
When my parents would get me lost in my paracosm ,
And would play along with me,
as the characters of my imagination...
I do remember,
When my heart used to throb very fast,
As it only contained love,
Without being encumbered with disquietude,
Which now have slowed down,
Being in solicitude...
Being in solicitude.
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