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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.