A day is sometimes not a day,
its like finding a hope in a hay.
I think why it happens,
Is it only me?
For now i dont know ,
that god even listens to my plea.A hope,now seems as sun,
Peeking from horizon,
but i learn from this sun,
as it again gets risen.For now,i must not lose hope,
as horizon is not the end,
i realise from my mistakes,
that things are to be mend.I wake up to see the sun,
Hoping a good start,
but i find luck always against me,
as it is too smart.I am tired of my excuses,
as my brain,day by day,squeezes ,
this is a time to change ,
bring about something,out of disdain.For every step I take,
for every plan i make,
i pray and pray and pray,
to god,for my sake.Even after times,
when i was in pain,
i now realise ,that,
that was a gain.Making a plan,knowing it would fail,
For this i need to change my thinking,
Otherwise ,life is a disgusting jail.I see people working,day by day,to earn a single penny,
For which I realise,that its not only me,
But in this world many.
I am the one ,who is blessed,
but the problem is,i get my things messed.I now realise,never lose your opportunity,
As it is always one,
i will work hard now,
Untill i get won.
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PoetryWhen life is moving smoothly there is a question: Is it all right? Well, obviously not. Things and situations can have such a deep effect on you is what i realised by looking at my life. Just an attempt to share my thoughts and to relate with people...