The Agony of Divided Life

For the whole of my life's span
I trid to be the history of vital sacrifices,
perhaps, I lived
The life for that sense of dedication
Divided time and pain of Inner mind
whnever tormented me invisibly.
And when my afficted silent crying
made the eyes misty with sorrows galore
I built sandy home with sensitivity
on the active brain's shore
This has charmed my heart
And it becomes the seed of vital feelings.
A history of faith is never written with
the pen of deception
The vitality struggles and
makes the people manly
Teaches them the lessons of stepping ahead progressively
of course pacing onward to a bright future,
reflecting on the by-gone
ages is essential though difficult