Unspoken Thought Poem by Amanpreet Mehra

Sometimes it's nice to lose after winning,
Sometimes it's nice to share sorrow with others.
If someone speaks ill of us, it's good to laugh it off,
We need to search for happiness, we've cried enough.

The world kept making us weak,
Kept accusing us, kept troubling us for no reason.
Will we be able to turn dust into gold?
Will we be able to shine like gold?
If we become capable, will people recognize us?
Will they understand the difficulties of our life?
Will they understand my poetry? 😊