Without any existence.

Challenges are mounting,

Weather getting rougher,

Rust spreading fast and deep,

Gloom descending from all corners,

Surface getting shrouded by layer of dust,

Surrounded by waste and awful forces of despair,

All hopes buried down,

Yet I am here and there,.

Without any existence,

Without any agenda,

With tottering by rising ages,

Limbs and sight weakened,

All that has proppelled me,

Those theme wanned,

The action to reaction,.

And reaction to action around,

Was sole driver of existence,

And now all surrounding gets depleted,

Just confined to four walls,

With all streams getting exhausted,

With low feasibility of working a bailout plan.

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