The Full Moon shines after a fortnight of torment,
'You are still in the game,' it tells.
Wherever you are, behold your stakes,
Breathe deeply and smile.
You're here now. Appreciate that.
You've made it till here,
Nothing stops you from believing more.
The moon flower smells beautiful.
Sunflowers don't bother themselves counting the hours till dusk,
Smiling along until the sun sets,
Their beauty is redeemed the very next day.
Pain changes people and people change people.
For how long are you going to be bothered by people's petty habits which cause inconvenience to you?
Rains are always pretty. It's their busy schedules and bumpy roads that stops them from admiring the crystals of Nature, herself.
Do rains become less pretty?
No.
~Tapasyaa
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What Does the Sky Say?
Poetry•anthology: (noun) a published collection of poems or other pieces of writing. •life •love •despair •happiness •wisdom •beautiful words •elegance •hope (mostly free verses)
