Each word is a new poem... each breath a new rhyme... Each smile a new beginning... each day a blessing sublime!


Belittled one feels when miseries pile up,
Left alone, finds faded, the hub,
Just like moon, shines one night to its glory,
And then a day comes...
When even unheard goes it’s gory,
Why life seems so identical?
To this cycle of so called ethical,
I tried giving up as bowed quitter,
But something in heart makes it to gore,
The sadness and the jadedness……..
That thing definitely my princess...

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