Sometimes life forgets to remember what you needed,
And then it gives us what's popularly termed consolations,
We aren't grateful until and unless we accept it with grace.
Somewhere it isn't fair that these so called prizes are forced,
Criticizers can find out in moments that they can't be compensations,
People in it believes they are all gifts until their dreams are made farce.
The biggest tragedy in life is that the moment we enjoyed the most might be the one that arguments against our dreams so far.
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...
