Sometimes I think I am not worthy
Of the Good things that came my way
So they often overwhelmed me
And leave me with no words to say
Instead my thoughts churn like rapids
As they thunder over rocks
And I then ..
Desperately try not to drown
As I take a mental beating with the knocks
For I forget that I am worthy
Of the good things that came to me
But I just can't seem to remember
Why they might be attracted to me ...?
_ harshita jakhar _
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Echoes of the soul
PoetryThis novel contains all the poems around my thoughts which can match with yours too .....yes I adore the thoughts and write them which sometimes seems to be mine and sometimes for the whole world and today's generation it doesn't have any character...
