Always it happens to everyone
some things wouldn't get over easily,
Makes them to shun
And stay put warily.
Hedges grown in-between
Watered and pruned consistently,
Looking over times umpteen
and ready to react instantly.
Bleeding inside wounds so sore
Wiping them multiplies more,
Pain rises to be even abhor
Bringing emotions to fore.
Hands of the clock goes
round and round to heal,
Fading to back the pains and woes
Like a run away wheel!
