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Distance

Ire was roaming out in the desolate street,
hand in hand with the haughty sarcasm and an equally hefty ego.
The lane of love it had chosen never to traverse again.
" Bridge the gap before it's too late", screamed someone from behind.
" who are you to deliver me a sermon?
Are you a voluntary preacher?" Ire screamed in indignance which is its signature style.
" I am the mighty distance. The more you  feed me the fatter l get," Distance smiled,
"The fog of doubt and distrust are two aides
that make me stout."
'A stitch in time saves nine' is the golden quote that we all need to be reminded on daily basis.
Once you go far 
Far from your heart's sole delight 
It would become harder for you to get back nearer,
howsoever, you may then with your destiny fight.
Life is short 
With our years counted.
Foes are countless while friends are few,
Sorrows are innumerable while joys are scanty.
Flower bedecked path is just a small  patch since highway of life in general is made up of thorns.
Try like a drowning man who catches at a  straw,
try to mend the wall of your heart till you breath your last though it may one day break like a twig.
If by chance distance is inevitable and unavoidable, 
Make sure it doesn't control your heart and soul,
Because then you will be having a beautiful cabinet in nook of your battered heart,
 full of wonderful memories to keep you moving till the day when like a leaf in the autumn season you will forever fall.





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