I can’t handle a break up and he was giving his dying wife little jokes and hiccups
Leaning at the bay of terrace
Thinking life is beautiful as a rose flower,
Just like carrying thorns at the bottom,
Every passing hour isn’t autumn,
The essence of grey is also part of life
It just matter to a slight
Then why keep on whining,
Try to choose to be little more shining,
Roses have thorns for a reason,
Life too has pain for a reason,
Else how’ll you see colours of changing seasons.
We have lessons from past which is indeed not to broadcast,
Keeping the experience in mind let the life move on coz it is meant to go on.
Be your own Cupid even if it asks you dance in middle of the night in absence of light,
Think at that moment how to be fastidious enough,
Not letting that juvenile die,
Even if there is grey sky as the day will soon come when the grey sky will gleam.
So be mad, be carefree, make the beautiful more beautified.
Let the stones in your way turn into bed of roses,
Till then keep walking with heads up...
Raise the toast and drink your cup...
Rest whatever is happening around is god’s setup...
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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'An Experience That Changed My Life'