At the verge of demolition,
life often gives you mysterious surprises,
fascinating hopes, glittering dreams, battered ideas,
just to distract you from the current happenings;
a heart, that is already torn, broken and pierced
by a whole set of presumed consequences,
scatters all over the universe,
creating a whole passage for humanists
to come and fix
by replacing the damaged arteries
with other vessels of your body,
so that they don’t hurt you anymore
by making you realize the significance of your secrets
that you once hid there,
and to forget them forever,
you soaked yourself into the River Lethe,
but when you failed and left with no option
other than agreeing to their replacement
in the form of a coronary artery surgery,
they baffled you with an exquisite realization
that damages are the pathway to novelties–
a region that is peppered around secrecy
in the kingdom of isolation,

How can they call my pains a mere deception
when they only can see my shroud,
not my skin!


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