You are standing right there,
When the sun does not want to move.
You know, you have to bear,
Only pain can let you through.
You know to find a rainbow,
You have to pass through rain.
Just go with the flow,
Beware of the stormy hurricane.
Your throat is dry, your hands have a pain,
Don't know what you see is even real.
No good food to eat, your life is so plain,
Hot air takes away the fun, the zeal.
God has its own way to play,
Labour will be paid off one fine day.
All in the line, desperate to win,
They don't know you are a winner and always had been.
Mornings are fine, afternoons are sad,
Has no idea where the energy is at.
You have to go out and face the sun,
You will feel content after the work is done.
YOU ARE READING
Rhythm Of The Poem
PoesiaHello everybody, I'm Darshita. Writing and reading has always been my passion. I love to write poems and whenever I finish writing one I always leave a piece of mine in it. It is a place where one can find the truest and the most realistic self of m...
