Time’s wheel turns in tangled rhyme,
Each thinks they are best all the time.
Each one claims a higher name,
None feels lesser in the game.
Hearts once broke in silent pain,
Now stone hearts in all remain.
Love was turned to burning hate,
Ruined stands the scene of fate.
Where are those who once would shine?
Their palaces now fall and pine.
Who can read what lies inside?
Smiles outside, dark truths they hide.
Those with whom love used to stay,
“Geet”, hold daggers in hand today.
7.59pm 2 March 2026
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