And life builds a state of hopeless plight.
When the going gets too tough to just move on
And tell the people behind silence nothing is wrong!
When there is a turmoil of tides rising a storm,
And the blank face smiles keeping it too calm.
When there is a heap of work but the mind is low,
And restless, just like a ball juggling in a show !
Its tough its difficult to carry on so quiet ,
When the inner self knows it to be too shy.
To call, to ask, to tell someone i can't go on
The most difficult state is to share the thorn
What pricks me hard is i just cannot ,
Even after every effort can't reach for a call.
This struggle is deep to let it out to be known
Pulling it together just a string is shown
When the coccon in hiding gets too dark,
It is a challenge to come out of all!
Just a thought to hold on with time,
Sails off the miseries of the weeping mind!
-SSW
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