Sunday, April 2, 2023

Despair

 Despair is a dark abyss, why drown?

 Ever lost why be in the dark dungeon?

 Softly ushers in a new life, like the morn

 Pirouettes blithe the new day, not grief torn

 After every storm must settle a happy calm

 In a wound is a hurt, but each has a balm

 Rest awhile, but ever of life sing the psalm!

Pratima@ After every unhappiness, despair is but normal/ of gloom n anguish tho' why forever wear the dress formal?

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