By Nisha (Quite Poet)
For our own sake
Bag of burden we take
And keep on swimming in grief lake
Taking naps in agony instead of choosing to awake,
Again and again
Picking and licking every pin and pain
Rather than making way out of vain and be sane,
Take a step back
Release the misery sack
It's the only hack
To replace the feeling of lack,
Blow the heaviness of guilt
Time has power to get rid of silt,
Whenever you find yourself lost
Don't let the sorrows boast
Waves of 'Time River' takes the most,
Be Bold
Time is Gold
Instead of being quiet and cold
Free yourself from remorse don't hold,
Give out every pain-gain why to taste lime
As perpetual movement is nature of time,
Not having key to every door is a blessing
Drop the untouched key and stop messing,
Keep the heart space safe and be free
When vicious autumn going to end seed will grow into Tree.