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A relief to me


A relief to me.

Oh! The memories of past,

Which are full of contrast,

When woes enveloped me,

But I overcome at last,

In my fight against tide, I was completely shaken,

But my confidence was awaken,

It was rough weather all around,

I was far away from the ground,

Storm did uproar, with no other sound,

I looked for help, but nobody was found, 

Though it was so wide,

When I fought against tide,

I could swim a little,

Yet to swim was wide

When my friends depart,

When I couldn’t help,

But let them pass,

When it came flood,

I did not feel good,

It  took away all, which I had,

Alas! I was so sad,

It made smiles withered away,

Of course it was a harsh day,

These are my sweet memories,

Which tell of my woes and miseries,

Whatsoever was full of happiness,

It was nothing but a moment of recess,

So it is now completely forgotten,

Only woes survived, joys were rotten.

This is my story, beyond my belief,

Had someone else told me, it could be relief.

 

 

 

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