At times of misery,
Amidst all the chaos,
When you feel alone,
Shattered is the status quo,
Badgering of soul,
An important chore,
Torn apart you are,
When a deep sigh is just a myth,
Optimism is not perspicacious suffice,
When the clouds are dark,
Thunder strikes hard,
When vision is hazy,
Tears are profuse..
When shouts die in you,
You feel to end the chaos,
It is better to let go of the chivalry,
It is better to let go of the charade,
Sit and let.. time take its course,
It is better to be at the end,
It is better to be at the stake,
Be still.. till mud settles,
Water surpass,
It is cumbersome,
But feasible, for sure,
Weak, is every mortal soul,
Few realize this truth.
Bhoomi NighatSiraj
