Stop withering, and restore your self!

Don’t wither!
   Now, restore your self!!

I know: you’re not queen Cleopatra:
Of whom, Shakespeare said, ‘Withers not’!
I know: you’re not a fiction either;
Where, heroine is not a trot!

   I see, you’re real and, purely real!!
   It’s time to wax and, not to wane!!
   Yet, cloudy lines are on your face!
   -For youth: such shadows are not sane?

I want: be cautioned, just right now!
      Stop withering! and, restore your self!

Time goes, and goes for all-ever;
And with it goes, one that’s so sweet!
We long for some one, whole our life;
Yet that one never comes to meet!

We tried, ourselves, endlessly; yet,
Our finds, in horizon, are zeroed!
We call, endlessly, all the more;
But, hear our own voices, echoed!

   Let’s call us, till response is heard!
   And see, how we can both-ways help!!

That day, shocked me and I went ill!!
‘Twas not your fault I’m my own kill!!
Sane expectations are selfish;
But now, more shocks endure I will!!

   Don’t pine for me! It’s not needed!!
   I’m full of life! I’ll live alright!!
   There are hundreds of things, so sweet:
   Your life is immature, but bright!

Look forward: there are better things!
Stop withering, and restore your self!

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                               - G.R.Prakash