There are days when I feel the void
When it hurts to survive and make the choice
When the head and heart are poles apart
And life resembles the mystic path
When the face stays strong
But the heart is forlorn.
The intense pain and the grief
I've become wont to their breeze
And have learned to deal with its mystic peace
When the soul is headstrong
And reprimands the heart for being a moron.
It's not a smooth sail
And you aren't the toughest frail
You'll have a zillion falls
And several heart stalls
But never make that life's Penultimate aim.
Rise up each time
And push the smoldering flame upright
Because eventually, you'll realize
That all events were begotten
To make this life worthwhile.
-Garima Malik
-Garima Malik
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| Doodle By Trisha Gupta |
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