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What I've lost so far in,
everything;
& Everything that I'm,
yet to gain;
Stupid accounts keep,
dragging me &;
leashing me to a chain.

If you're judging just,

everything;

by how it could have,

been worse;

there's nothing much,

left for anyone,

to make it worse again.

& if your defense to,

everything,

is how you couldn't,

care less;

then maybe there's not,

much left to care,

& everything's just in vain.

& if you see a void in,

everything,

& love in all who'd lend,

an ear;

know, there's no escape,

to what you feel,

there's no cure to your pain.

For, there can be hope in,

everything,

& despondence, even,

in bliss;

while the earth blossoms,

with petrichor,

some paddy may die in rain.