A tear drop
An austere slap Darkness in and out
Grief day and night
Life is a mess
Looks like a fuss
Shading dreams
Bleaking prospects
Towering qualms
Meandering walks
What am I doing?
Where am I going?
Dying with this plight
Roaming like a torn kite
Looking for the light
My Lord, Show me the path
Please teach me little math!!
It isn't going to end like this
ReplyDeleteThings definitely are bound to change
You surely gonna taste the bliss
and come out of this irking range
Until that time you gotta practice patience
and show a happy face with a smiley pretense!!
Your views and poetry rock just as your name does!!
Keep them coming!
Thanks for inspiring & appreciative words Sandeep. Surely I'll write more and more.
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