Stuck
When the silent cries remain silent no more,
You feel like standing on the sea shore.
You wish to scream, but you still hold—
You're trying your best to mould.
The pain, though, feels intense,
And the anxious being finds peace no longer
In lighting incense.
The memories that do not give peace—
Even one glimpse brings tears in millions,
The dreams that feel real bring fears in trillions.
What does the heart long for,
When it has turned weak and fragile?
What does the body do,
When life seems to have stopped for a while?
The heart longs for nothing but the beloved who rests in heaven.
The heart feels stuck at 9:40,
When it's already eleven...

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