Another really-really sensitive storyline.
Hope! It'll purify your hearts.
He offered a hand with me unable to withstand,
Took the stand when I got under the rant,
Soothed it all when opposed the land.
He mended the call which heightened the pang.
Leaving me to wonder, what actually happened?
My feel was tender, I needed to be cradled.
Can't spot, whose hit was harder?
No one's left, it's me to pardon.
The slumber proved to be fatal.
Now, I'm alone for the battle.
The nightmares reverb the rattle.
This now, again, I was open for the chattel.
Recalling, the times past.
The loss tore my heart.
The trauma seemed to be very vast
But the moment told its very own cast.
He offered a hand with me unable to withstand,
Took the stand when I got under the rant,
Soothed it all when opposed the land.
He mended the call which heightened the pang.
He helped me to stabilize,
Made me pliant.
Instructed to mobilize,
Protected the reliant.
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Aww! As many times I read it, I'm both sad and happy.
Aren't you guys gloomy and all? The story is really sad but since I've composed it I'm happy too. Hope! The moral will definitely inspire and help you.
Its like a classic in my book. Special thanks to potterhead_for_life cause she motivated me to compose it. So, this chapter is dedicated to her.
And how can I forget to thank you all. So, a huge THANKS! To all my readers for supporting me every now and then. ^-^
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Empirical Living
PoetryIts an attempt to show this world to you with my own poetic POV. It depicts various situations that we face in our daily life. I hope you'll love it and try to have a better and clearer view of this world. Also, will make your efforts to improve it.
