That's Melancholy !

In the middle of nowhere,standing straight
waiting for a boat to come and take,
seeking for a helping hand yet could not find any
and I end up entering into the world of an irony,
Life is like a riddle,waiting to be unpuzzled
and I am like a question born to remain unanswered,
Life comes in a way it wants to,
and I wait for a chance to get through,
But no signals of rescue and no chance of a getaway
I remain unanswered and History in its own way,
And my questions wrapped in the enigma of Mystery
life ends...
No one knows
How she lived...
How she loved...

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