Tough situations often leave marks,
Reminding the days bitter and dark.
We don't want to hold on to it,
But instead remember every bit.
Just like the fallen autumn leaves,
Rotten with despair and grieves.
Submerging the irresistible pain,
With a braver heart,choose to grow again.
Awaiting the better dawn,
Never did we pawn.
Our happiness,to te rotten dusk,
Even if it's not real but wore the mask
Because, we never got tired of hoping,
And hence we kept on waiting.
For the day better than yesterday,
For moment to be really joyful and gay.
But the past keeps on creating the menace,
Until the day when we accept our presence.
Until the day when we really let it go,
And start living life,steady and slow.
We await for the new day,new beginning,
We await for the sun clear and shining.
We wait for the moment to demolish the past,
We keep on trying till we breathe our last.
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