Thursday, 9 August 2007

Reality is my friend

You gotta face life’s storms

Small storms come usually,
When you ain’t looking.
The big ones have probably
Tolled a bell or two in your face.
Both take you by surprise.
What can you do?
Just face them

You’ll break if you don’t bend,
And walk against bare cold winds.
If you do pile up
And allow the desperate moments to rule
You can be sure they’ll decay you.

When thundering clouds threaten to burst
If you are drop dead lucky,
There’ll be few true souls holding you,
If not, you can be sure
You ‘d probably be alone !

Either ways, by hook or crook,
Whether you like it or not,
Even though, the storm destroyed
Your pretty life and ruined life’s work.

You gotta thank it.
It removed the chaff from grains.
And taught you to bend humbly.
Reminded - you are
Clay boned cracked china
Who’s alive and well now
Whose end must come
Being no more


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