The Glass is Half Empty!

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They say — “The glass is half full”,

I say — “The glass is half empty.”

Optimism is for the air,

But, World gaze at me with pity,

When the sun rules,

I dream and snore.

The night is always mine,

Stars wait at my door.

Words granted to me,

Tear my heart with grace.

They utter and move on,

I burn with stormy trace.

Conclude about phony,

Not about me, for God’s sake.

I am still inscribing my existence

On my favorite Heaven’s Lake.