When the stillness comes,
And the doom is near,
It’s time to bid farewell,
To the place you belonged here.
Nothing makes more sense,
And everything’s lost its charm,
Except for dad’s smile, brother’s laugh and mother’s divinely warmth.
I wish I could beg for forgiveness ,
For all the evil things I did,
But I have no sorrows and regrets,
‘Cause I lived above the grid.
Which I failed to , I hereby unfold,
Now that I grew and have a clue,
Of what’s past me and what was past,
In the world full of evil,lust,hatred and greed,
You’re the only person you’ll always need.
So , when in turmoil , just hold on.
even if the world around you has lost its glory,
harness all your energy into something before you’re gone,
Now is the time to start writing a beautiful story.
– Poorna Chandra