Prolonged sickness has
grown gloomy patches on
the walls of my home.
I think nothing no more
about dreams, love, or future
just have to make sure
nobody suffers in extreme
today.
Young days were supposed to
be filled with friends, laughter,
mistakes, roses, and books
On the contrary, I am watching
the fall, the sickness, the needles,
the blood, the medicines, loneliness
and the lingering death.
But I dare sayit is often in the difficult days of our
lives, we find our way, our strength,
our wisdom, and our truths.
So, like Khalil, I would not exchange
the sorrows of my heart
for the joys of the multitude.
I want my life
to remain a tear and a smile.
That is how it is always
supposed to be.
Stay with
Prerna 🙂
