STOP

It’s not like as mentioned in the fairy-tales.

Things are not always meant to be the same. As by the passage of time everything amend while the clock is struck.
There’s always a stop.
A stop in the wind, stop in the rain no matter if there is fire in the veins.
A stop in a cry for the bliss to come across. There might be a thousand reasons to shed tears.
But keeping faith in persona is beyond unease. 
It’s not loyal to drop down yourself into tease.
A sudden stop to anything is just like conquer as if one defeat.
Going down to the knees of life be desperate for the keys which leads towards the door of needs under those vigorous trees. 
– Al Husna Parveen
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