In a life of sixty to eighty years,
You sense so many stuff,
The sense that includes love, jealously, fear,
And you go with that flow without any bluffs.

Some sense just affects you so much,
You think on it hundred times as such,
The sense of being tortured,
The sense of being ignored,
The sense of being alone,
And its all the negativity that grabs you.

In amidst of all such drama,
You also smell a good sense aroma,
The sense of being loved,
The sense of some big achievements,
The sense of feeling special,
And that all sense don't give you a sense of happiness,
Until you have a sense to boast about it to others.

And you just go on chirping,
Until it reaches to your friends,
And till your friends parents,
And again that negetive sense cycle pass by,
~ jealousy, loneliness, torture.

Sense is good,
As it gives you the taste of all your lives,
You have to choose what to keep and what to forget,
So just take care of what you sense,
Give your mind a good sense to choose your sense,
Otherwise just be a nonsense..!



@immaturehand
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