The roses
are no more radiant
The violets
have lost their vibrance
Sky is
always grey
It’s to
loneliness, I fell prey
Satisfaction
eludes when I pray
Music has
lost its melody
Even comedy
feels like tragedy
It is quiet
outside but no peace within
Though there
is no reason for it, I can pin
There is
death everywhere I see
Oh, this
world if I could flee
    But where
would I go
    For, my mind
is my foe
   But
everything under the eyelids is growing black
         So, I cry
and then cry some more
         And to
myself I swore
         To hear my
head's little voice
         which puts
in the picture, that I have a choice
                          Let go love
laugh and live a little
                          This whole
caboodle is second fiddle
                          For, the
grey sky will again shine
                          When the
stars will align
                            Cut all the
flowers you can
                                The spring
does not follow a ban.


 
2 comments:
Loved it Shikha sharma... hoping to see more ..
Thank you for your kind words👍🏻
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