LIFE BENEATH THE SMOG

It started with a hustle,
A little turbulence of Adieu!
Souls departing to no-land...
Leaving mark in its lieu!

It started with an ache,
Waiting to be completely felt...
Sorrows, mourning and hopes,
Finding ways to be dealt!

It started with an untold sorrow,
An unheard story, never told...
A little mystery of emotions,
Shivering soul in summer cold!

It started and shall continue,
Self created fog in clear sky!
Fog of death and shattered hopes...
Facing truth yet running towards that lie...

It started and now its all fog,
Be it dawn or be it dusk,
Its all fog, an unfading mist,
Trying to pluck blades of husk!

The dense mist,
The never fading fog...
Some say its smoke,
Look deeper,,,
There's LIFE BENEATH THAT SMOG!!!

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