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IN SCALDING POT

I know you are in trouble,

Caught in the eye of storm,
Stewed in severe counter pulls,
You know not how to pull out
And stay with what you want.

I gave my hand to help you out,

Go with time stream, I said,
Old, ugly and worn-out set in
west, Young and perfect rise in
east;
But, you stick to yours own.

Once caught in the web of life,

Neither you nor I disentangle or waive,
More you come out, more you are
caught; You are in scalding pot, burning
hot alive, But, refuse to give out yours
own.

Time is vile now, all may clear soon, You

may come out unscathed and clean With
yours own tucked to inner core; Barriers
and obstacles, but testing grounds To
winnow the chaffs from hard grains.