What more there is to do?
When life is a single note of blue,
And the tunes never seemed true,
I didn't have a tick of clue,
And it was never a crystal you...
What more there is to do?
I wake up and think of you,
To dwell in the memory of few,
Stuck in my views as youth glued,
The thought of a heart being slew...
*Chitra Banerjee once wrote in one of her books that sometimes in order to overcome sorrow, we need to attain it through the corridor of pain... For all the pain, I hope I find happiness again. You ultimately deserve what you have now and if you're happy with what you have, I silently know that Allah has made a person fit for their partner.*
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