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Day by day, everything gets hard,
Love becomes hard,
Career gets hard,
Daily affairs get harder,
Connections are all lost.
Day by day you keep moving in a circle,
In a cycle of uncertainty.
You achieve something,
Then, you lose it.
But, with the approaching days you feel
the most hardest thing is to find an identity to keep.
An identity of love,
Identity of a person,
Identity of who you are becoming and who you’ve become.
The identity of a bond,
A career.
Somedays you find difficult to be a carrier of an identity of belongingness.
Somedays you can’t relate with those identities anymore,
Somedays you don’t belong.
Somedays you think you are a part of everything and the other day you are left out of it.
It’s strange.
It’s absurd.
But, life goes on.
And, you keep transforming.
After you survive the storm you are never the same person.
You don’t hold the same identity anymore.

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy
Timestamp: 11.31 pm, Tagar

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