When everything feels empty and bare
the sky will be here for you to
stand and stare.
Good times that don't last.
Moment of rest gone too fast.
Everything with added fear
wrapping yourselves
in thousand layers.
Nurture those thoughts while they last.
Cry a little if you must.
Tiredness of this mundane life
cutting us to pieces
like a sharp knife.
When things become to much to bear
sprinkling life with the good old cheers.
Working for the future
remembering the past.
After everything is done,
I might let myself enjoy now atlast.
30 march, 2021
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Life till Death
Poetry"People are afraid to making bad things. I want to make bad things. If I keep making bad things, someday I might end up making something good."
