It Will Be Over Soon Poem by Michael Varghese

It will be over soon, my friend
Don’t worry; the worst has come to an end
This pain you feel
It’s a stain for real
All it needs is a bit of patience and persistence
And all this will be in the past tense
And all that’s left in the present
Will be the old perfection, God sent.
And the stain that your life did blemish
Will vanish

It will be over soon, my friend.
Don’t worry; the worst has come to an end
This pain you feel
Is like the rain for real
All you need is some surety and shelter
And it will falter
Whether it drizzles or downpours
Or if the storm clouds are in the masses
It always passes
And what’s left, is celebrations with wine glasses.