In the midst of grief
The heart refuses to live
There seems to be nothing beyond
Except absolute imprisonment.
Life becomes a vast stretch
With complete emptiness
No flowers on the road to the future, only fear
We only repent deeds done prior.
The heart, soul, and mind
Find sorrow to no end
Misery, terror, and fear come flooding back
The path to the future finds no bend.
‘But life isn’t like that,’
Some divine force says,
‘This is not the only road –
There are many ways.’
Realization and decision materialize
Courage produces immense gain
Pleasure, laughter, and expectations dawn
As life becomes bearable once again.
An ardent believer in that a good poem isn’t one that comes from, but through you, Pravin enjoys writing short but meaningful poetry. Write to him at pravinkumar2788@gmail.com to know more about him.