how ironic is it
to have people experiencing
life's wrath
yet write good things
about it
how ridiculous is it
to be slapped by pain
yet have the nerve
to love again
how masochist are the people
where life give them reasons
to surrender
yet advocate others
to keep on fighting
perhaps, that is what
people are made
a flabbergasting paradox
a mixture
of two opposite materials
to appreciate life
and experience
the absence of it
YOU ARE READING
hue of you
Poetry❝ there is rainbow always after the rain but i guess not in everyone's sky ❞
