The Mythical Reality Poem by sejal aggarwal

The teddy that lies calm,
Still.Silence.Without harm.
To the downhearted is peace.
Anger it can cease.

But my teddy life,
Makes me feel not alive.
Hatred takes birth in me,
When happy beings I see.

Everything happens for a reason.
For a short period, limited season.
Why aren't people to be eternal bound?
Can't they last...Forever around?

Reviving their memories in my head,
Punishing to accept, they are partially dead.
Misplaced are the days,
When we used to relish life in different ways.

Return.
Let the etched memories burn.
The small world shall establish again.
Lost opportunities can regain.