There come some moments in our mundane lives,
Laden with whims and emotions of the wrong kinds,
When everything seems distraught and disarrayed,
Everything gets murky, and we feel so dismayed.
Our possessions lie scattered at sixes and sevens,
Our thoughts belie our minds and fleet in heavens,
From the tongue's edge, words are lost before spoken,
Thoughts disappear, as the words are not found again.
Memories play hide and seek, before we manage to speak.
Losing things routinely becomes a matter of habit.
We look for our spectacles, when they sit right on our ears,
Pickpockets gleefully prey on us, amid concealed cheers!
Even the best of the known people look somewhat queer,
Like strangers that we had never seen, never met anywhere.
Even the jovial friends look emotionless, as if like a ghost,
As we embrace them, we feel as though we hug a light post.
There come moments in life, when nothing seems right,
Yet we carry on, with sincere efforts, without sitting tight.
Life goes on with some hiccups here and there,
Mother nature gives us the confidence, with lot of care.
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