When the days were dark,
And the nights were bright.
And nothing in the world,
Seemed to be right
A hand comes down,
And holds me tight.
A small assurance to not worry,
And take it light.
I now bask in the sun,
And dance in the rain
There are no more tears,
And no more pain
The days went well,
The nights passed by.
I saw the stars twinkle,
In the dark night sky.
I cherished every moment,
I loved every day,
Didn’t ever think,
If this was ever meant to stay.
Soon the unexpected happened,
And the grip was loosened,
The hand went back,
Leaving my life with a crack.
I was left all alone,
To mend on my own.
To gaze in the dark,
And find my own path.
I took one step at a time,
To gather all that was mine.
I went very steady,
For anything I was ready.
My life was back on track,
Now, without any crack.
It was all brightly shone,
And did it on my own.
I now look back,
And I thank that very hand.
For I now work under the sun bright,
And sleep well at Night.
2 comments:
Sounded like taken from Chetan Bhagat(also called Bhaggu girls always take this name,i never know why)one night@call centre of someone holding the hand...its like someone holding a hand..i didnt like the concept..but these are the poems u write...so they are meant to be unrealistic...i think i m overreacting...but nice work
really....like it!! very practical...i m sure every person has gone through such a phase in life...very encouraging!!!really a nice piece of work...keep it up!!
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