All Milky Way solaces in the night,
When stars shine twinkling bright,
And a slight smile, we all can borrow,
From this night, in world of spite.
A sea gull flies, with wings spread wide,
For the sake of your soul, on sea side.
And a wildebeest runs for you in prairies,
For all the spirits, that have long died.
Watery Moonsoon winds pace up to fly,
White waves unfurl under night sky,
And tales of good old days all smile-
Your sentient soul son, dont let it dry.
I know, sometimes it becomes so hard,
When she is not yours, or you're retard,
Or someone so beloved bids his final bye,
Or if you have finally lost all your cards.
If a hard disease has fallen upon you,
If its so difficult and chances are few,
Darkest is despair, most dismal is hope,
Come on, sit up, get some coffee brew.
Close eyes, feel my hands all over you,
I am Cosmos stretched all around askew.
I am solacing you, all in this night,
To make you smile amidst all spite.
Dear Friends, All of us have problems, big or small, physical or emotional and we do have our shares of failures and despairs. But any problem can not make us weak, can not stop us if we are determined enough and if we can feel that WHOLE COSMOS IS THERE TO SOLACE OUR HURTING SOUL.
So everyone who is reading this and undergoing any sort of suffering, dont worry just try to feel that whole cosmos in a way or other is trying to solace you.
*Sorry for Late Update*
Love!❤️
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PoetryThese words have escaped the city of my heart and are refugees here with their tents on the pages of this book beseeching nationalities of your hearts. Give them the nationalities of your heart.
