Everyone has this secret confession
At times, suffer inadequacy or Depression
Feeling of lowliness and having not enough
Sometimes ask is ‘ material possessions’
At sea all time, floating in criticism
Touching the lows of blues and dejection
Things go bad n lose track
Its Life, has downturns with recessions
Stop feeling wretched
and hapless
Life’s beautiful, your cursing is transgression
“Adopt the pace of nature, its patience”
Times always in flux, So, misery stays? Out of Question.
(by Samima)
