I had lost you in
Wilderness of this vast world
Much before I could realize
What it means to lose you
Left to cope with killing routine
Too busy to recapture those golden moments
The memory has perhaps served me right
By mercifully fading out
For I cannot even remember
Leave alone re-live
Those precious happy moments
Without inflicting untold miseries
Upon myself
Every moment I find
Face to face with the same very world
Cold indifferent and as usual
Prompt to warn me
"You haven't stopped day-dreaming"
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