Days back he used to wipe my tears ;
Never thought him to appear in layers ,
Never thought that this agony could lead ;
Separating two of us indeed,
He held my hand , that wasn't rare ;
Every grief we used to share.

Back then were the days of happiness;
When he used to enlighten my darkness,
As now , I find him pale in this mess ;
I couldn't stop myself to trail in this darkness.
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