A ceremony where I am the star and I'd never know,
Somewhere were I'd be glorified and I wouldn't hear,
I'd be gifted like I was never in life, given a love I never knew,
Only then I'd be dead and their flowers won't make me smile.
Nothing in possession is ever valued in this stupid world,
Regret rules gratitude and things valuable only when lost,
So I wait for my funeral, so for once people would speak nice,
For once they would all be there for me and I wouldn't mind them.
Things would have been so much better in this world if people gave more importance to gratitude, love and compassion rather than regret, competition and craves.
Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
