Shaken Soul - Poem by shweta gulia
At time when life speaks up
And nobody is around,
in adversity when white turns to grey
Sunshine is needed to be found
But you are bounded by the rules,
the society of hypocrisy and reputation
You are surrounded by loneliness
Which becomes frustration
You think of severe steps to be taken
When quitting seems easy than even standing still
Than due to volcanic time, the soul gets shaken.
Nothing is perennial, its the nature's voice
And to end all this a decision is taken.
Quitting the world becomes the choice.
Time, the most powerful, I wonder
Which can transform heaven to hell or the same
It can create or settle down any blunder.
Why anger generates from pain?
The feeling of loss and pain is difficult to explain.
When power turns to weakness,
nothingness is only to gain.
When agony and sorrow keeps on accumulating,
the thought of end is continuously penetrating.
Everything is coming to end, it will blow.
Existence of God is felt, it screams from the soul
The flashback of the past is what he has to show.
Only by the valiant this voice can be felt,
and if heard began to melt.
The faces of the closest comes alive.
Divine power does its work, it sows hope
Realizing, after death love is what he still has to strive.
He threw away from him the cowards spot
His adversity shows the path
The pain is unaltered but the flames are now less hot.
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