Poetry work

Jeevan na jaane kyun aisi karwat leta hai, sukh k badle kyun woh humhe dukh behad deta hai. Khilone khelne ki umr me, beet jaate hai kuch pal, Toot jaate hai rishte, mil jaata hai ek naya kal. Shatranj k khel mujhe kyun samaj nahi aate, Kaash yeh Khushi k din mujhe fir mil jaate. Yeh lamhe kuch is tarah hai, Mulayam se aitbaar ka Kho na jaaye yeh kahin , Ek pankh meri Kitaab ka,. ‘Ek pankh meri Kitaab ka’…

Take my hand you little, let me show you this universe. Came a voice from within, a glimpse of my life in reverse. She held me calm and looked at my eyes, I saw tears. Maa!! the first vocal swayed away all her fears. The first tight hug to the first sweet kiss, My bedtime Lullabies, I would never miss. She stopped all my cries at once and taught me how to smile. She took away all my worries and put them in exile. She was my tower of strength, my entire structure. If she had ever gone weak, my heart would literally rupture. When my entire spirits were battered by pain, But this woman picked me up and then we went again. She, in the dark, found light, found hope all dark days, She was my role model who strengthened my entire base. She opened the drawer and showed me her past. And from that day onwards, my life became fast. I had the faith, that I am strong enough for the journey. But a woman of strength has faith that it is in the journ

Situations are bad, But your life is not, Opportunities are endless, Give your best shot. You are tough and a believer, You are definitely strong, Believe in your hard work, It will never prove you wrong. How hard is difficult? But it is complex no doubt, If you fell for the trap, there are ways to come out, Listen to your mind, pay no heed to the weak heart, The pain will stifle you because it has its own art. Do not ever turn back to the days of past, 'I look forward to victory', Should be your motto at last. Days will go rough, days will go smooth, Do not back down so early, like a milky tooth. Patience is the key to the lock of every bad door, Don't blindly believe in your destiny, as it has no floor. Trust and faith is the core, you can have only from some,  People are so many, Many pessimists are about to come, In this dark world, sometimes black seems bright, If you are in different colors, you will never get the

Does God allow pain? Or, Is it a basic human law? Who tells our heart to break? Like it is made up of cheap glass. Why cannot trust be absolute? The way it should matter to us. The man in vain cries, Do you think it graces the occasion? Does extra mean more?  And less mean enough? To surround ourselves with troubles, A situation complex to come out. An audacious person's cup, Filled with harmonious bittersweetness. To utter long wailing cries, It is a horrible creature of the imagination. Does the truth prevail in harmony? A resonant sound of trust! An image made up of glory, It ends with criticism in a derogatory manner. Extremely delicate or refined, It is too much to operate the roll. Have we come a long way to the conclusion? Because the road is too dark in appearance...