Slow-Mo

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 Sometimes, Life slows down suddenly,

We start losing ourselves unknowingly.

Hustle bustle going on, doesn’t seem tragic,

The Irony is that peace sounds louder than traffic.

The Compass of life shows no way around,

We get stuck in a loop and feel bound.

Tree of hopes, Sheds its leaves,

Tables will never turn now is all we believe.

This way life goes on as a reel,

Alive and only existing is all we feel.

                                                        ~Aastha!<3


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