Strife
The journey of life begins,
With love and prosperity,
Giving us the feel of
euphoria,
But then it takes its turn,
Bringing us down.
Takes away from us our
love,
Hatred proclaims its
victory over life,
Making our life nothing
less than strife.
But you my friend,
Smile.
Life is like a wave,
Having its crests and
troughs.
Sometimes high,
sometimes low.
Very enjoyable is the ride
when it is at its peak,
But,
Weak hearts fail,
When they face the harsh
truth,
They lose their trail,
When they lose their love,
They are fragile,
You are not.
You are a fighter,
Fighting with life.
Crying at times,
But then wiping your
tears,
Smiling at life.
Ready to move on,
With no complaints or
regrets,
Just with a hope,
Someday somehow all
will be right.
Till then keep up the fight.
Life itself will be proud of
you.
Copyright © Shamik Chanda | Year Posted 2013
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