At My Worst Poem by Mamata Bhatt
At My Worst
At my worst,
You made me feel far more worst,
At my happiest moment,
You come to celebrate.
Why the phrase, ' friends in need are friends indeed? '
For half of the life span,
you are in couch,
suddenly you realizes friends are for celebration.
Are my words shooting you?
cause it is hard to accept the realism,
I am at ease as ABC,
I am smiling eating worrisom cake.
Good poem. On the ways of life. Yes, dear! Life is like that. The " I " can be anyone, and the " YOU" too, that makes your poem universal. Top score Mamata
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8/18/2022 6:56:56 PM # 1.0.0.1019
A heart wrenching poem that clearly drives the point across. Good write, Mamata!