Life unfolds as a tale of two streams,
A delicate balance of hopes and dreams.
In life, two categories arise,
One where you lack, yet joy never dies.
The other, where riches abound in others view,
Yet emptiness lingers, clouding what's true in you.
Friendship, too, walks on a divided lane,
One gives all, but the return is pain.
The other, a feast of treasures you claim,
Yet nothing within ever feels the same.
Love, a story of dual refrain,
One loves deeply, despite the pain.
The other wounds in love's tender name,
A bittersweet dance of sorrow and blame.
And missing—a longing that cuts through bone,
One born of solitude, truly alone.
The other, a shadow that won’t depart,
Loneliness lurking inside your heart.
Fate whispers softly, offers you two,
One belief in what you had, the other hope for what’s new.
Which will you choose? What path feels true?
For every decision shapes your way,
In the endless dance of night and day.
So tread with courage, where choices divide,
Let wisdom and heart be your guide.
For life is a journey, both harsh and kind,
Its beauty revealed in the paths we find.
For a decision time..
Sikaran
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