It often weakens,
Fills with sorrows and pains,
And like a house without a backyard,
It doesn’t fade into oblivion.
It’s like a parasite,
Which remains blind and deaf.
Moments seem to last for eternity,
And nothing seems viable.
Contentment is a virtue to be learnt,
And patience is a ware to deal with it.
You can fool its vast magnanimity,
With cheer, and a good spirit.
It shall perish away like the first bloom,
At the luscious dawn of glee.
Photograph courtesy - Spearheads Photography
