my beamish self was turning grey
the sulking head searching for answers
‘where is the love and trust for self?
Optimism, are you there, my only superpower?’
decided to bring home a living being
living alone might have this gloomy effect
with it I might radiate with happiness
and revamp the lost optimistic self
came home a little sweet green friend
mind the point that it can bite
as it has the glossy structure with thorns
which will erase all the negative vibes
may this period of hopelessness
die with the coming of ‘Hope’ in life
like a warrior I clear this dense fog
and jibe with the positive vibes
by
Kritika
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