Saturday, May 05, 2012


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)