For the peace I seek...

For the hopes I couldn’t make dry

For the obsession I couldn’t make die

For the heart, to which, I couldn’t ask a why

For the people I can’t throw out of my head

For the life that is but a compulsion getting bad

For the love for which I can’t paint the town red

For the friends who keep taking me wrong

For the feeling that I nowhere belong

For the poems that look like a protest song

For the words that have got no meanings as such

For the eyes that have featured a bit too much

For the mind that finds itself into the crunch

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