When the whole is taken away from you, life may still appear to be just,
For you may have still some left over in it; a blessed consolation for living,
WHOLESOME – that was the contented state of my being up until yesterday,
But struck by the blows of fate, I am today only SOME fraction of the whole I used to be...
People go from zero to hundred, I have a poignant tale of hundred to zero,
Spoilt by the riches that life had on offer for me, I thought I am NOW HERE for good,
It wasn’t a bloodied revolution, perhaps just a subtle change in designs life held for me,
Those two words, Now and Here, literally collided into each other to send me back to the NOWHERE land...
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