Now that I'm broken
My heart is many pieces
My will broken
How do I put myself together again?
During these trying times
I have laughed often
I have cried often
I ask myself what now?
Where do I go from here?
There is only one choice
To find my way
My way to the top
Let me swim
With strong strokes and kicks
Making my way to the surface,
To the top where I belong
A combination of good and bad makes the taste of life. Falling down is one such experience that doesn't mean failure but it means the approach needs a new version or a new angle which I missed in the past. No one is a failure we are infact warriors of all times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We penned poem Srushi full of emotion and thought.