We all want life,
like a bed of roses,
But don’t accept
thorns when success closes.
We adore the beauty
and calmness of the moon,
Shouldn’t we accept
it with the crater’s in a state of zoom?
Working our hearts
out just for the sake of money,
So worthless is it,
can’t even buy me my honey.
So superior stands
our ego against other’s heart,
Obviously condemning
others makes our outlook smart.
The world is bad,
full of betrayals,
But dear, there is
yet to engrave lots of grayals.
For once stop your
routine, and listen to this poet,
It has always been
your choice to face love or hatred.
Watch at the night
sky, the moon, the stars and the black,
Engross in it totally
as if your dreams were allowed to slack.
Arise, and stand bold
with a notion to be happy,
For god won’t
consider your life worthy, if it were sobby.
Praising the whole
creation of the almighty,
Tell yourself, you
are lovable as well as mighty.
And whenever you are
low, don’t give the world a fuck,
Just remember me and
this poem and get rid of this bloody muck.
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