School days were the
best part of one's life.
If marks were less in report card,
it won't shrink our heart.
I was pretty hopeful next time
surely it would rise.
Today we are student's
of class named life chapters.
where each day we are learning,
to live life wearing a smile on our face.
So what,deep down our heart lamenting grey.
We are trying to fix upon,
the broken pieces to a beautiful frame.
Alas! each time the scars,
highlight the darkness
that shatter the hard work in vein.
Tired of being a human
whose every bit is predestined.
Fear of fragmentation has seized our mind,
that may conceive dreams,
Which may turn fragile! and unbind.
Is this the life gifted by Almighty,
where we will act as a mere puppet
Animating on His strings.
I wish to bid adieue my soul
from this dungeon of life
which seems like glittering gold but has gulped my whole.
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