Poem : Pretense

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For all that I hold dear, I must ask once more,
what shall I do, when I can't do it anymore?
When days bring despair and nights are still,
what shall inspire me, to pretend once more?

Over the illuminated sand, I stand once more,
my feet are burning, my hands are sore.
I love watching the oyster that graces the tides,
even though I know it will never reach the shore.

So then why do I do it, please tell me once more,
what is it that I've forgotten on that shore?
And if it was nothing that I ever left behind,
then what's this darkness that I never saw before?

I have pretended that I always keep the score,
and that I am aware of where I stand on this floor,
but I am quite clueless as to where this path can lead,
and this pretense is just a front for an internal war.

So finally as the front breaks,
tremors are heard, ground shakes,
I would like to ask just once more,
what do I do, now that I can't do it anymore?

                                    - Sushant Kumar Das

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